Chiffon air rapture She screamed as she fell, thirty stories down, down her mad judo skillz couldn’t help her now. Squalid asphalt caught her archipelago of emotion (Did she bounce?) He looked at the calendar, too many lonely years ahead. He put down his fork, and jumped. They could not prevent the closing of his palendrome.
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Writing and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean hate/hate/love. But I’m gonna do it anyways… so you might as well come along for the ride
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