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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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Fee fi fo fum, don’t do drugs, have sex, or cum.
Alright
Give me a reason and I’ll choke you with your French braid you sniveling cuntbreath American Girl doll bitch.
It squirmed through the archway, a tide of skin and greasy hair and raw, wet flesh pulled along by scrabbling limbs and bands of muscle cradled in buttery soft fat like the segmented body of some obscene grub.
No thanks <3
Oji must have heard them talking, because suddenly his eyes were open and with a cry he levered himself up out of the driver’s seat and hobbled toward her, arms outstretched. She ran to him and flung herself into his embrace, the last four days crashing down on her all at once like an avalanche until she was sobbing so hard into her grandfather’s shoulder she could hardly stand.
Screaming crying throwing the FUCK up. Oji is EVERYTHING.
It was like that feeling you got as a child after reading something scary after dark, when even the thought of turning off the lights put your whole body into fight or flight and only bed—feet off the ground, covers over the head—could possibly provide the slightest safety. She would have liked to feel that again, the thrill of being terrified by something that couldn’t hurt her, the ecstatic, shivering relief of escaping its imaginary clutches. The real monsters didn’t care about the rules.
