the bear loved the deer, it was obvious. it ripped the deer's throat out, and then licked the dying deer with the most passionate affection. i thought of you and me.
there is no narrative. no redemption arc. these mistakes are mine forever. there is no journey, no sudden cleanse, the days will build upon each other, and each blur into the other, and the gross mess of sin i see in the mirror will get sicker and will get worse and worse.
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if he wants to? she's only mean because she's jealous anyway . . .
she likes the sound of her own voice, honestly. doesn't she have a nice singing voice?
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