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Sufficient granted we were born into sweat every cloud a pore, but you won’t see me going around flaunting the caliber of the farewell...

then i was not made to make life and the emergency room was humming timesick with the lurches and pauses of existing, there’s a bed and a...

First, Then It started when Beatrice’s boyfriend laced his fingers through her ribs, tightening her like a shoe. “I know it’s wrong, but...