Seemingly all is well and my cigarillo is lit, my window is spread wide open and the lights are flashing - blue and red and white and green. All i can do is wonder, contemplate my survival after slipping out the window. My answer is always the same - YES. Yes, I would survive. I have thus far. Now, although, I am blonde - a fair skinned toe head - and there is so much more to consider now that I'm blind….
"Blind!?" Excuse me…blonde. The smoke of my cigarette has carelessly wandered, I'm afraid, through the windows of my neighbors. They, rabid in their approach, have taken to throwing rocks…also pebbles, but mostly rocks. DUCK.
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1/26/2020 05:06:14 pm
I want to see the second part of this story! Your creativity is really good for me, especially now that I am just starting yet, I hope to see more styles from you because I want to learn more about writing; particularly on how to narrate a certain story with such mood. By the way, is this about having a blonde hair? I am just making sure because I am bad at personification, you know. I am hoping to see more stuff that you can offer.
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