Men and WomenThe shimmering, midnight-blue eye shadow causes me to cringe inwardly. Her thin, cherry-red lips curl into a smile as she struts down the porch steps. Her navy dress is too short, her matching stilettos too tall. Her clumped mascara’s plastered onto her eyelashes; she looks like a raccoon. She has no figure, and I’m guessing her mother fixed her auburn hair into that monstrous creature perched on her head. What exactly have I gotten myself into? I attempt to smile, but it falters as Valerie clings onto my arm. Her green eyes beam into my blue ones. I can’t do this. God, if you’re out theMen and Women
Dark Blue"And when I got sick, I felt confident that if it was the last thing I ever recorded before I left this earth, I would be really proud of it." A. R. M.Dark Blue
He places his long, weathered hands on the piano. His fingers jump back, interrupting the flow again. They crawl back to his lap, and are folded neatly as he stares at the cold, ivory keys. He glances back at his hands, staring at the cracked, bleeding nails. The lyrics stand before him in messy handwriting. They gaze at him, waiting. "Dark Blue" is his best work so far, but somehow, the tune is nonexistent in his mind. No notes flying in his head; all he draws are blanks. &
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"I went to go get my palm read; I wrote something on it first to see if she would read that too."
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I AM the official Dib fan-club....
"YOU have bad handwriting and YOU ARE A BAD GIRL!" "Told you you didn't want to read it..."
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I AM the official Dib fan-club....
"YOU have bad handwriting and YOU ARE A BAD GIRL!" "Told you you didn't want to read it..."
...What does that mean? o_o
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I AM the official Dib fan-club....
"YOU have bad handwriting and YOU ARE A BAD GIRL!" "Told you you didn't want to read it..."
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