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They smile at me like I’m a boy they might like, they’re not sure yet.
The music changes to a song I know so well, though I’ve forgotten the name.
You can tell oh you can tell her sky was a heavy one. Always. She wanted it that way. Yes. Sought that out. Some people do.
Their cheeks are plump and pink and shining like they’ve been eating too much sugar, but actually it’s Gossip Glow, the flushed look that comes from throwing another woman under the bus.
No hands left.
Why can’t you be happy? Why do you always assume the worst about every situation? my mother is asking me in my head, as she often used to.
what good is it to be left with no trace, to be wounded without the pleasure of a scar?
