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B r e a t h e
CrayolaKiller
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CrayolaKiller
Complete, First published Jul 07, 2015
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• Sometimes you have to let go. And breathe. No big gestures needed. Just breathe.• 


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He was a bit cold , a bit reckless ,  on occasion a bit of a safety hazard for all involved , the only person who didn't make him want to break a beer bottle and impale himself on it was Margo , and she was almost as bad as him , if not worse. 


She found it morally acceptable to curse at total strangers , her mind was made up of the kinds of things you would read in Stephen King novels  , and sometimes she seemed a bit psychotic , but no one could say she didn't give amazing advice. 


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