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sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then I haven't wished him dead. Prayed for it so hard I've dark green pebbles for eyes, ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with. Spinster. I
stink and
remember. Whole days to me? Puce curses that are sounds
not words. hate behind a white veil; a red balloon
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