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Blue balls should I care?
Should I rescue with my thighs?
I am busy I fear.
About the Creator
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“By hell there is nothing you can do that you want and by heaven you are going to do it anyway”
Anne Spencer
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
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Ha! Loved this.