Today I saw her again. That girl. She was standing in line at a boutique in front of me arguing with the storeperson about
Hypothetical Scenario: It is January 1st. You’re hunched over the toilet still dressed in last night’s skirt and blouse. Little pieces of glitter are
Mismatched clothes on end of bed arrayed like a waiting lady’s maid both hands first. Sequestered in air conditioned time I lie building piles
It was eerie how things had changed. I looked around for the red and green velvet couches only to be met with sleek modern
Sometimes I wonder to what extent emotions are something we’re in charge of versus something that rules us. Can we out-rationalize emotions? I am
I stood there in the aisle looking at the two lemons and wondering which I should pick. One clearly stated that it was organic,

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