Whose turn is it to be changed?Rebecca Loudon
Propositioned beings outside my species, dreamed of bees, girl in the cake, one step below sainthood. I wanted to fly around in a helicopter saving lives. You were tumescent pressure. You were nerve release. We relived the car crash over and over - Thanksgiving, a 17 year old boy drunk at the wheel. The police used infrared light to locate his body in an onion field. You swallowed a Kennedy half dollar, pretended to choke. In this play, I'll be the Disney Princess Magical Talking Kitchen. You will be my father.
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