Running my fingers through my hair, a small flake of tomato skin fell into my hand. No juice, no meat. I’m growing roots. Check my stomach for the seeds.
Running my fingers through my hair, a small flake of tomato skin fell into my hand. No juice, no meat. I’m growing roots. Check my stomach for the seeds.
Don't steal. It hurts my feelings.
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