Marc
I lost the strawberries. They did not survive the storm. It was my fault really, I leave them for some sun and was too engrossed in a book that I forgot it completely.
There was a storm that night, rain poured so heavy that it made me sleep like a baby from the piter pater sound of the rain hitting the roof.
I cried again the next day. For the dead strawberries and for myself. I don't know if I could move on. I'm pathetic, right?
Alice
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Summertime Sadness
General FictionMaybe in another life there could be 'us' ? I put my red dress on tonight, Dancin in the dark in the pale moonlight. I do my hair up real big beauty queen style I'm feelin alive.
