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And her name was Violet. She was beautiful, not in the supersexymeganfoxy hot way, but iridescently beautiful, like something inside of her radiated.
We need a new plague. There are too many humans.
No longer expecting. Waiting, maybe but not a day goes by that I don't think about you. You, too. I miss you and truthfully, a part of me always will.
Washing the dishes is my absolute favorite chore. I do it without even being asked. I love it. It's so calming and monotonous.