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PeachKate had given me just the color palette to work from, which I was both relieved and infuriated about. “Don’t get anything that’s too dark of a peach, Dan. Dan, listen, Dan, are you listening? I don’t think you understand how important this is. To me.” I told her yes dear, I love you, I kissed her on the forehead and I floored it the fuck out of there. Her dad stood on the front porch and watched me shoot up that steep driveway, his arms crossed, his right hand brushing his lips. I waved. I didn’t slow down.Peach
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GrapesHe smiled and there was birds and he talked and the air smelled and looked and felt sweeter. Wispy whiskers swayed as he read poems aloud, and his voice seemed to trail on forever with certain phrases – ‘Cautious error’, or ‘Kisses of amber’. Milky blue eyes shone from behind his glasses; his destroyed denim tucked haphazardly into his construction boots which he seemed to stomp whenever adjusting himself in the small desk he was in. His lips formed a gentle ‘v’ when he smiled; and for a moment he looked just like an eager little boy, and I was his whiny yet steadfGrapes
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OrangeI was eating an orange near the window when I saw this dog just ease its way into my view. It was a pretty dog, I think it was some kind of collie but I really just would not know, I had never been a dog person. The only pet I had ever owned was a goldfish, no; two, two goldfish I won from a game at some fair. I named them Goldy and Silver, which seemed appropriate and moreover completely uninspiring; I mean I wasn’t named Strawberry because my hair was kind of red. They were the most interesting when they were dead, which was about three days after throwing them in a bowl full of filth and farOrange
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GoldfishLittle hands gripping, scrawling on crumpled lined paper circles of blue and green and red triangles, momentarily glancing up to the bowl from which inspiration drew, passive and floating. He smiles, crayon still in hand, and presses a pink nose to the bowl. His eyes follow the excited wriggling of fins, the tornado of scales and leftover food spiraling up to the surface, begging, begging to be cleaned. Soon there is very little space between the two, pursed lips nearly touching when a faint call disrupts the kiss. Then there is only one. The fish waits, looks, waits, looks,Goldfish
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- Current Residence: Hicks
- Interests: Scarves. Coffee. Snow. Fun.
- Favourite cartoon character: Marge Simpson
- Personal Quote: I wonder if anybody ever does lemonade stands.
- Email: andreaelizabethkahn@yahoo.com
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sorry just a random person here lol XD
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Thanks for the fav!
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Artists use lies to paint the truth.
Hehehehe. Anyone other Hicks girls on here? ;D
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