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We are learning to make fire. It's always the moment just before the gunshot. Why do I remember it as summer all the time, then? They gaze at me and see a chainsaw ****** just before it happened. You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
Things I Stole From Margaret Atwood
We are learning to make fire. It's always the moment just before the gunshot. Why do I remember it as summer all the time, then? They gaze at me and see a chainsaw ****** just before it happened. You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.
The title speaks for itself.
carly-two
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
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