m0llybuckley
she relaxed into the yellow cushions, gingerly trying to avoid the many propped up teddy bears. she took a sip of her martini and giggled, staring straight into Everett's eyes.
the fuzzy red sock lay there at the bottom of the mist, sad and forgotten. as she past it on her way to work she considered the sock, wondering how someone could possibly lose just one.
she sat with dusty knees in the corner of the museum, wondering when the curator would be back with her mother. she had been wandering around in the gift shop, trying to find the perfect bug-crested lollipop for her little brother.
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