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- Aftr ministr rubs ashes on u, she pulls out a honeycomb, u take big swipe as he says: From dust u came but take heart for to honey u return. 1 day ago
- RT @Robert_F_Capon: "Nobody has to do any bookkeeping... All we have to do is throw the ledgers in the trash can and get on with the party." 1 day ago
- True Autumn wp.me/p1ARVX-1HF 2 days ago
She woke up itching for a fight. She’d never been in a brawl, had no experience in the pugilist craft but she wanted just once to try and beat the hell out of somebody. She figured she’d feel bad afterwards, would be compelled to apologize, make amends in some fashion. But that wouldn’t be a problem because she’d lived most of her life that way, saying I’m sorry, doing what was necessary for reconciliation even when the words were premature and the kiss and make-up manufactured just so the gods would be at ease again. She realized the chances were better than good she’d be the one the floor was mopped up with but the lust for blood in her mouth and bruises on her otherwise uncolored life was something she could no longer duck.