Midnight cakes

[scowlotica]

After a chilly walk home, breathing underneath my scarf so as not to see my breath escaping in the cold night air we walked up the three flights of stairs, the sacrifice my building requires in return for a place I call home

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[northward]

"When I was young...I saw a ghost"

Lovely soft tones relax the ghosts.

Icing on nose is better than icing on cake or icing on clothes

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