The blinds pulled across the diner's windows framed his face, sectioning it off in even strips. Horizontal stripes make you look wider, she had always said, and his blue eyes were wide with fear. The coffee sat one the table untouched and cold already. His shaking hands brought it to his lips, but he didn't really taste it- the same hands that
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OKAY and ahh this new comment box thingy is amuzing me.
um keep writing and ily!
~Mahalia
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I like that alot, confusing, but I like it.
P.S. You better be reading Wickedwench's new shit. (She's back)
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