Tiffany Lamp

Limbo The silence had buzzed in the man's ears once. He had picked at his ears constantly, slapped them, rinsed them, poked around in them. Out of worry. Now the silence had become familiar, and so his ears never buzzed anymore. There were just the scars on them to show that it had ever bothered him.Limbo
The man stood looking out of three narrow windows; each with its own spot on the undecorated grey building where he lived. There was just enough room for him to lean out slightly and rest his elbows on the windowsills. He did this every day right after breakfast, and often stayed until it was much


Porcelain Namble gave off a strange aroma of peas. Not the canned ones, Syphilia was careful to note, but fresh peas. The sort of smell you could find when you cracked open a pod of peas and took a big wiff.Porcelain
The talk of peas reminded Syphilia of porcelain and thinking about that always made her depressed, so she excused herself to the bathroom, because she could see that the gossip had gotten the girls too excited for the subject to simply be dropped. Time was needed to dull its luster.
Syphilia, a big believer in windowed bathrooms, was
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- Being modest or embarrassed is a waste of time. You're better than what you think you are.
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Butts.
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"your face is nonsense!
it is like a sad doodle drawn by someone that is ugly!"
VERY YES.
SASHA/RAZ FOREVER.
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"your face is nonsense!
it is like a sad doodle drawn by someone that is ugly!"
VERY YES.
SASHA/RAZ FOREVER.
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and long enough to
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"your face is nonsense!
it is like a sad doodle drawn by someone that is ugly!"
VERY YES.
SASHA/RAZ FOREVER.
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