All is Forgiven Baby !
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"I wish we'd met before" she continued, she kept talking, kept holding me. She's holding me so close it's like we're one person. "Before they convinced you life is war." I wish that too. I wish I knew Veronica when mom died, wish I knew her when dad first told me that we were gonna move to a different state. Wish I'd known her before I had to start cooking dinner for me and the old man. Wish i'd known her when I starting 'freezing my brain'.
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I watched the off broadway production of Heathers 1 (one) time and get hyper fixated, and continue to write a fix it for the ending
TRANSFERRED FROM AO3 , MY AO3 IS "Dakota_is_silly"
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