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It practically crumbled in my fingers. You get what you pay for, especially when it's a birthday present right out of a twenty-five cent machine at Krogers. I didn't mean for it to be so shitty, it just was. America needs more birthday stores.
"Weakness is beauty," she said. Her hair flowed to the floor like a river of light. I looked at her but she looked away, her eyes far off and wet. Her hands shook and her teeth began to chatter. I shuttered.
Bench chair table easter eggs chicken biscuits pink punk adam eve jelly jam biscuits spelling bee buzz bench biscuits bee bee buzzing biscut biscuit together friends couches leather jacket bike trike pond path old golf cart older walking walking eating biscuits with biscuits.
Let's be honest, going to the Outlet Malls in Bradenton, Florida is something that cannot be forgotten. I would know.
She said she could read my palm, and I was blessed. I could have told you that, lady. Gimme my money back. She smiled, each wrinkle folding over itself slowly. I hung my head. The neon sign outside had spoked more over my life than this old gypsy ever could.
"I invented you! I discovered you, I made you, I built you. I brought you here, I inspired you, I believed in you. Why won't you just look at me?"
hair was in a tangle, clothes were on inside out. lipstick was gone, except for the corners of her mouth. she opened every drawer in the house, looking for cash.
Pieces of flare...what was that? Welcome to the worst summer of my life, people. I'm not going to stand for this ANY LONGER. Let's face it, this place is sinking whether the statistics say it or whether I do. And I'm not going down with it, dammit! DAMMIT!
his skin, like chocolate
his eyes, like honey
was he sweet?
oh.
he,
was sweet.
She yelled blindly into the microphone, her head sticking up through the sunroof. "YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN!" Her anger for the sleepy little town screamed red hot at three in the morning. The car rolled to a stop, but she kept shouting, shouting, shouting.
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