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June 22 - June 25, 2020
“He was like an ocean—beautiful to look at.” The way she said that, right then she looked soft as a cloud. And then all of a sudden she turned real hard. “I almost drowned in that ocean.”
I knew she wasn’t about to go near another man ever again. All men had become oceans she might drown in.
Blood is more real than any tattoo,
I told Mr. Alexis, the principal, that if the president of the United States could start a war in Iraq on false pretenses of WMDs and didn’t have to apologize for his big fat lies, then there was no reason to expect more from a worthless, out-of-control anarchist like me.