cutmedown (cutmedown) wrote in retrofitted, @ 2010-02-04 00:44:00 |
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. . . cough choke sputter.
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Fuck you. Fuck all of you and your pretentious living, your luxurious parties, your high-priced sex.
I can be good enough.
I can. I . . .
. . . can . . .
. . . the body raggedly slid down the wall it leaned against. The last thought that trailed through her head was that the clock on the hill looked pretty, and then everything shut off.