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by
Aura Hayes
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August 4 - August 15, 2025
The sound of grown men begging for mercy always brings a smile to my face.
men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.
“A divine angel like her is a blessing to the eyes and you are nothing but lowly trash unworthy of looking upon her,”
A small human child runs by and nearly bumps into my shoulder. I recoil in disgust, wiping the invisible germs off my shirt. Children are one of my least favorite things with their whining, screaming, and messiness
“Lockwood. Zavier Lockwood. L-O-C-K-W-O-O-D. Why aren’t you writing this down? It’s going to be your last name one day, too.” His grin is downright wicked.
I’ve learned over the years that insecurities are rarely rooted in logic.
“Life is too short to not spend every minute letting your person know you love them. It doesn’t have to be some grand gesture every time. It could be leaving flowers on the table, sending a quick message, or cleaning up after each other without saying a word.”