accident prone

pin couldn't help but wander towards that sickly, sweet smell. she pushed the door open, questioning why the handle was as warm as it was. oh, the horror. her grip loosened on the potted tulip, the clay shattering as it was dropped to the floor. when recalling that moment, she swore there were eyes on her at all times...

object show stuffs <3

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