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You always said your hands were ugly. And I would ask why. And you would say “They’re so wrinkly.” But I always thought they were so, so beautiful.
She lied hopelessly on the floor like a dead cat motionless with only the sound of heavy weezing. In utter shock it felt as if the world had just stopped but kept moving around me, nothing was affected down the street the same house wife would be