The piece of a soul was stuck into my jean pocket. Who wouldn't keep such a thing protected? I feel bad for that girl. She must feel like a piece of her just disintegrated. I remember seeing her.
Eyes drawing you in like the stars, lips putting the color pink to shame, hair bleached by the bright sun. What a diminutive girl to have such a secrecy vibe ricocheting off her. Such an alluring urge springs out of me. Where could she be? Why does this bracelet contain more history than the earth its self?
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"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." - Mae West
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Short StoryRunning through the cold air she does. In the process, she drops her bracelet. A man picks it up. His eyes examine the gold flakes scattered across the rose quartz stones. Engraved in the stone reads the word, Bliss. He takes the bracelet into his c...
