Her Day
She bit her black nailswhile she daydreamedof old losersand the sorenessshe’d been searching forforever. She bought her gray houndticket cash and broughther only bag of clothesout where the luggage goes. Her greatest role models were arsonistsfrom the outskirts of Nevada,but she had outgrown all thosesilly dreams for quiet ones. She ran away from home after […]
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