"do i have a problem?"
"well you obviously think it."
"no i don't."
"if you don't why are you asking?"
"shut up."
"you do have a problem."
"i said shut up."
"and i'll be here to help."
"shhhh."
"so don't worry."
she thinks, why isn't she coming to nash about this. why will?
"okay..."
and it was an honest okay.
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Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
