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ourpetco · 18 hours
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meninaveneno75 · 18 hours
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claudskiart · 23 hours
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Sophia felt the puppet's pain and it made her sad. She made sure the dying puppet recovers.
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bendenbirseyler · 1 day
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Anka, Tekir
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sextingqueenof · 2 days
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miss-floral-thief · 2 days
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Going to dollar store hope they have something cheap
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ourpetco · 1 day
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thefragmentsineed · 2 days
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This world needs not to fear me or be disgusted. My body is a body. One which I lug to place to place in search of a home. To not give me a home, that goes unpunished. Karma is a woman in a shrouded hood. You will call her ugly and she will take you by the throat, shaking you violently as you heave out empty apologies. Enough, enough, you'll say. She will not stop her convulsions and you will take what she gives you. I am an unruly creature, one with a hunchback and unkempt red hair. Some crimson tendrils sprout from the sides of my bumped face, one which I acquired from the polio as a babe, disease spread like wildfire through the village, up the hills, sneaking into the quiet shelter of the lamb babes. One kiss from the lamblet on the cheek and one swipe of the hand to my mouth and you never saw me the same. I know I did a bad thing. Leading him up the rocky steep, promising him a bird to use for taxidermy, not knowing you made those sick creations for your servant. Those shiny shoes his mother gave him, ones blessed by the Priest who mumbled Latin prayers that made no sense if translated, caused him to slip. He was a scout of nature, he should've know it'd be foolish to trek up the rocks with velvet soles but he loved his mother so much. It hurt him to not appreciate her gift. So he fell because I had tried to throw a stone at him. I didn't know what possessed me to do so. I heard and remembered, in one of the few Priest's preaching I attended with Jude, the story of Cain and Abel. As I walked with the boy, side by side, I was infatuated with the idea we were blood-brothers, the first to exist---our parents the rebels who tasted the sweet juice of the forbidden fruit. I had no idea what fruit tasted like, but I'm sure Jacob knew. I wanted to be Abel so badly, Father described him as gentle and lamb-like---and that's who I was, but I knew Jacob wouldn't commit to being Cain. What possessed me to do such a thing? Now he lay there, pleading for me to save him whilst the hungry crows pleaded me to leave him, and I fled deep into the woods, scared like a snow deer. Deer needn't be scared; only the rich eat deer. Jacob was rich, and so was his father. So I had everything to fear. I'm sorry, Jude. It was the wind.
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