listening to her talk about credit cards at an art gallery gave me a sickly sweet feeling at the pit of my stomach, much like the red punch in my plastic cup. she was wearing a white shirt, the same blankness of the walls, and the long strand of beads on the wrist that is whats uso right now. she'd exclaim to the person next to her in sheer delight
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i used to have a userpic quite similar to yours:
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