if you’re going to hurt me, stay away. i may look so impenetrable. i may look brave. but i’m not.
Jennifer, eighteen. A December child. Capricious and damned to face an identity crisis for life.
I’ll live near a farmer’s market in the future. I will.
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Love me, please.
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I am in my bibimbap phase whereby any sight, sound, smell, touch and taste of bibim-aaaaahhhh drives me cuhrazy.
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