She changed her mind again. She was going to be wed in the fall in the planetarium. The bandaged theif was the happiest he had ever been. Suicide had become a disease in which you were the vector and the cure.
You left me feeling red to aid him in becoming a little bit brighter.
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Spiral
Short StoryEmpathetic and apathetic make a pretty grey garden. We were once a perfect match, but all matches burn out.
