Unsettled and underdressed, she promptly began to wake with a frown and recall the night before. Rubbing her temples in an unfamiliar home, she sighed slightly in dissatisfaction before reliving the past. Youth wasted no time in readily escaping her and yet here she was on fuzzily registered weeknights, dancing through the town high off of cheap drugs and adrenaline.
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Random Reflections
AcakOdd little assortment of writings that aren't coherent enough to be featured in my other works. Nonetheless, they are attempts at thoughtful analysis of the artistic variety. A stockpile that will continue to grow. Each chapter is unrelated to each...
