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I want this to be a place of fiction—my fiction, a home for forgotten and promiscuous language; an exaggeration of words and punctuation. A haven. A heaven! A home. I’m god?
I want this to be a place of fiction—my fiction, a home for forgotten and promiscuous language; an exaggeration of words and punctuation. A haven. A heaven! A home. I’m god?
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- Momma, Don't make Me!
- Lemons, huh?— And you expect me to do what?
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