If I had a high-backed, comfortable chair that spun, I would take full advantage of it now, and pretend to be evil. Unfortunately, I'm just a half-human, half-seamonkey hybrid species with a decidedly creative mind plagued by writer's block.
I’ve spent all these years of my life since I met him telling myself to stop wanting what I can’t have. I turn around and lean forward against the sink, bracing myself so I won’t collapse. The stars outside seem blurry. * One-shot. May turn into more.
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