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The fuck jar was created, and it’s covered the expenses for several margarita days.
Honestly, everyone is lucky she doesn’t start with the spooky decorations on July fifth.
fucking love this time of year because everyone gets so fucking weird.”
“He looks at you like he plans to unravel you,”
Since I was a kid, I’ve been ridiculously aware of the energy in rooms and of people’s auras.
“You feel the invisible tug. I know you do. It’s written on your face.”
I’ve tried to forget her hot breath on my mouth or how her tongue twisted against mine as emotions poured through me. She grabbed on to me for dear life as we fell into the abyss together. Neither of us was in control and we couldn’t save ourselves.
“She was a witchy hippie who adored summer nights, fall, and growing flowers.”
carves the heart shape at the top of her pumpkin.
“My good fucking girl.”
Dominance, I crave his. I look up into his eyes, giving him full control of me.
“She felt like home.”
