"I know you say just friends, but you're toeing a line of me snatching you for my own if you don't quit being so damn awesome."
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What's that? It's the sound of a gullible girl's heart stammering in her chest, like the first few pieces of popcorn bursting as the temperature rises.
It's like the sound of hope rushing in like a flood, inundating the world and damaging everything in its path.
That's the thing about hope; like water, it's good for you in small quantities, but in large quantities it fuels the storms around us.
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Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
