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Vida Winslow is what people might call, messy. Her minds always moving a mile a minute and she never knows when to slow down and think. Thus, she makes impulsive decisions and has nothing to ground her when the consequences roll up. Her mother, Eliza, never being much of a help, always thought having a kid was more like having a roommate. ɞ Vida wants just love, real love. Something she's never felt before, an experience she's been robbed of ever since she was born. Maybe this new waitress job will be something she can finally fall back on. ʚ Will Vida get at least one thing she wants? Perhaps 3?
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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