“You know my demons by name...”

(9/9)

I never missed your arms so much

much less your hugs,

or just your look,

but now that I'm suffering from cold and grief I can't help but cry in my bed, in the air, in the forest and in my dreams because of the ghost of something I had fleetingly and fleetingly gone.

Wednesday: Hum? Don't you have one?

Yoko: Do I have any choice?

Enid: Knock, knock.

Yoko: It's opened.

Enid: ...

Wednesday: I need space.

Wednesday: I have not clothes to wear, mother.

Morticia: -opening the closet-, that's not true. There's shoes, skirts, shirts, oh, Hey Enid, dresses...

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