kadelr
the idea for my novel has been locked in an incubator. it's my mind. it's warm in there, but things aren't born from there. i need to find a way to get them out of the incubator and on the page. this is a start.
i always worry that my food will be overcooked. but i also wonder if i'm overcooked, like done too much, past the point of no return. how do i get back from something like that? what if he won't take me back or want to keep me?
affection is the thing i looked for when i was a teenager. what i found instead was an std and pelvic inflammatory disease. it's a nice sounding word with a sometimes nasty outcome.
I watched the fleas jump from my daughter's pristine head. I wanted to scream, but I didn't want to scare my daughter. The fleas jumped like a suicidal person to their death in the brown shag carpet. I watched the fleas jump.
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