Say Hello to The Trap.
Caramel Frapachinos with a walking indecsion.
Say Hello to The Fuck-Up.
Our dumb desire had a heratbeat. And liver. And teeth. And it bit. Did I think it out of me?
Say Hello to The Environment.It smelt like smoke, cut grass, and Chance Chanel. My hair whipping my face through an open car window. Slash and flicker of copper,
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