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“God, I need that coffee. I feel like a bag of smashed assholes.”
They looked like fashion dolls together. Perfect in appearance but plastic in attraction.
No matter how I parted my hair, I couldn’t part from the crack I had crawled out of.
Shelves without books were lonely and just plain wrong.
“Call this place ‘The Big Easy,’ shoot, ain’t nothin’ easy about it.”
Somehow he’d managed to put the pieces together, polish them up, and make them into something beautiful, completely unrecognizable from its former self.
