Halagos.
Cada que me decía que era preciosa, que era feliz, que me tiraba carcajadas al cielo, cada que lloraba, cada vez que era yo.
Era como una caricia a la mejilla, al corazón, y todo su ser invadía mis adentros.
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Halagos.
Cada que me decía que era preciosa, que era feliz, que me tiraba carcajadas al cielo, cada que lloraba, cada vez que era yo.
Era como una caricia a la mejilla, al corazón, y todo su ser invadía mis adentros.
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multiverse lums? 👀
Mmmmmmaybe... 😳
Carol Channing in her prime, she lived to see 97. R.I.P
Well, shit.
“Try it. And when you do, I’ll cut your throat myself.”
I GONNA DRAW GUD NOW HEEEH

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On her desk sits a small box, a red velvet thing with cursive floral designs printed all over it. If you open it, inside sits a bracelet, floral vines in silver winding around a stylized river made of a lighter shade of silver and inlaid with a few blue saphires. Underneath the box is a note, which only has a single letter printed on it. R
Jeanz glanced up as someone dropped something on her desk, figuring it was a box of paperwork or supplies that got sent to the wrong office. Again.
Instead, her eyes widened at the box, opening it only to see one of the bonniest bracelets she’d laid eyes on.
“Beautiful,” she murmured as she put the bracelet on, holding it up to admire it in the light with a fond grin.
She picked up the note, her brow furrowing at the single letter, her mind spinning to work out everyone she knew that started with an R. Either way, the bracket would be staying on her wrist.
I love being the middle child 🙃