MollyA

MollyA
MollyA
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aunt
She wears a muumuu and practices voodoo. I don't like her hoodoo. It smells like dog doodoo. In actuality, she a minister. I don't see much of a difference.
frown
Flat is a fallen face. It is a crumble when it frowns.
spikes
To release the juices, drive through the spikes at various points. This way there will be an even distribution throughout the mixture.
brushed
Little hairs snuck up on the tips off fingers like wisps of dreams soon to be forgotten. Her face was a thousand pokers, alighting hands when brushed against.
charity
Five fingers are spreading, begging for something. Light leaks in through the cracks and illuminates the grubby nails. You pull the trigger.
terrain
Blocks with only socks on can make feet look like confetti shreds. Navigating a terrain on razor wire is no way to stay comfortable.
gust
A small crack in the grey, dampened stones let in a salty gust of Northern air. The winter here was more like a purgatory: there was no snow, only cold.
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Molly wrote about frown
“Flat is a fallen face. It is a crumble when it frowns.”
the words Molly reaches for
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