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Joyride
Summer’s birthday was a blur after the complimentary bottle of tequila. I remember fuck all. I’ve tried to remember, but it’s just no use. The bartender gave us tequila and after we started downing it, everything seemed to fade away, and the next thing I remember is waking up at home, dishevelled and delicate with…
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Wandering Minds
It was half past ten, and she was thinking about lunch already. Poppy’s stomach snarled as she shuffled through the hall and gazed, with disinterest at the paintings. Sprawling, sobbing saviours hung from crosses as Poppy trudged through with her class, feigning some kind of feeling at yet another portrait of Jesus Christ in his…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 