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She ripped them to shreds. The chicken that is, she tore them into tiny pieces for her son's chicken salad sandwich. The same sandwich he demanded daily. Last week she attempted feeding him tuna, but he refused.
he put it into her, her stick figure of a body. it felt strange, like it had been done before, over, and over. like she was a reused napkin. she smiled emptily, turned over
The passport was finally full. Not one space left for a stamp, Jenna had been everywhere. Now what?
He threw out the gun and began to boil some milk to calm his nerves. This was a strange ritual he picked up along with his daily murders. He poured the steamy milk into some cocoa powder and called it
He looked into her green eyes, then to her green hair, nose, and body. A face only he could love and he truly believed that it was real. This warm sensation, this tingling. He was in love with his own booger.
she stared at the sky, amazed at how close she felt to it. was she the only one who felt this way? then fiery balls started shooting down
She whips her hair back and forth. She does it wildly. She does it seductively, but she is only nine. The cause of vicious jealousy in other nine year olds, in twelve year olds, in middle age women. No more
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