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Jun 14
she held the cigarette between her index finger as if she was pointing towards her next foreseeable victim, but shortly it was blown out, the remaining ashes lit at the end of her tip. her cardamom eyes simmered, square but foundational, a million could love her.
another excerpt from a story I am writing. what do you think?
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bianca  17/F/Maine
       bianca, Grace, Kyle Dal Santo, Kyrie Hajashi, --- and 1 other
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