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Mountains rise from the mist like candles in an uneven buttercream.
A few more bugs lie dead on the sill over the desk, despite my cleaning it yesterday. Nice to have a visual of my ideal temperament: dead inside and unbothered.
Stomping my finger pads across the paper sends a powerful trill through me.
Lust is an unfortunate human condition, directly after (1) caring about other people and (2) indigestion.
She had the graceful showmanship of someone who knew my deepest secrets. I’d been scared, but enthralled too.
It is becoming more beautiful, after all, and a house must be clever when it has no feet or hands of its own.
If Nhà Hoa learns anything from me, it’s weak mind games and bisexual panic.
