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And as I bathed in milk, it became curdled. My heart eventually turning everything sour. It is a magic trick only I know.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
The Witches Who Brew Pessimism
And as I bathed in milk, it became curdled. My heart eventually turning everything sour. It is a magic trick only I know.
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20/Cisgender Female/Iowa
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
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