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Figures, it could have taken us back. On the floor with a Five-Star lay on the self, DoorDaash comes handy on that Lowe’s Bissel that sucks just as well. So swell. Hopes to be heard well. It goes back, but only as the standard will let it acknowledge limitations set only by density in areas that never recognize population - it is a take back. There is not much there for a Wick that has no candle to stand with a fire that cannot be contained. It is taken back. There is the exit, it is not that hard. Even when the kitty is wet from a foul play. Kitties don’t entertain themselves in water. Go Figure.

They stay slinked in a curious movement that never satisfies. Mystify. ‘Does it matter?’ Where is it? There is something silent in an encounter that leaves you blank to a response. Silence. Silent endeavors, didn’t need it when alcohol just swooped through. Autocorrect is my bitch right now and so is everyone’s interaction. I know the world is not playing with my clit right now because some idiot on the ground told them some stupid shit. It is the other way around.

‘“‘Miranda, wtf. But this is a different bitch. NYC, do you hear me… it is NEW kNEWS. Writing as Carry… is that her name. Space Between, meet your mirror-dimensional boxed bitch where you come from. I am mom. “I like what I like.”’”’

Do you see me in you?

Baby, please do. I am whispering through the mirror. Save the innocent that you are. Do not let these motherfuckers get us, it is a what? Baby, please?

Save every essence that sat as me.?\ Grab every heart and give them to the suitor that sits in a suite you can - afford it, right? - It is the a question, in the text. Pay me, for the encounter. I am premium leather, but you do not get to know me. There are no capitals.

Oh-ee. It slides across two “e’s.”

There it is. Baby. It is a conversation.