Fly
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MatureComplete Tue, Jun 12, 2018<5 mins
FLASH FICTION
Definition of Fly (according to Oxford Dictionaries)
VERB
1. (of a bird or other winged creature) move through the air under control
2. move or be hurled quickly through the air
3. (especially of hair) wave or flutter in the wind
4. flee; run away
Trigger warning for depression and suicide
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