She shrieks above the din. "If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.
When she can't bring me to heal with scolding, she bends me to shape with guilt.
I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.
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She bestowed the blessing of a wild girl's lips.
There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours.