A furious storm of golden blonde hair, sharp hazel brown eyes, a metallic mouth with a sharp bite but quiet tongue. Laughing eyes set just above a too large, pimpled nose. Pudgy cheeks, pouting lips, torn fingers from the constant nervous chewing. 
I write all my characters out of some thing in some place that some people call a heart. Although sometimes I wonder if my heart got tired of all my pain, weariness and stress that it just decided to step up and walk out, just like so many other people have done.
My life consists of:
Ice packs
Muddy paws
Dry contacts
Quick laughter
Broken lead
Low batteries
Used tissues
and Writer's Block.

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