

WasteShe sat alone with her back up against the warm bricks of the building behind her. She breathed in deep; inhaling the dusty dry air. This town was dead. The people here had no more life. After a few seconds passed, she took another deep breath and exhaled. She had no more life. She looked at the vapid world before her through her barely opened eyelids. She felt like she was on the low of some drug. The sun was blaring down on her, making her sweat under her arms and beneath her breasts, but she barely noticed. The bricks were sharp, a little jagged.&Waste
TONS OF LOVE.
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"That's what babies are made of!"
And if you have any requests, please feel free to ask away!!
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We don't remember days, we remember moments..
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"That's what babies are made of!"
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Scotty doesnt know!
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Scotty doesnt know!
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