I'll always come back to you, there's no choice in the matter. I won't stop following you. You can't build a wall that's strong enough to teach me right from wrong.
Not even what I thought of a minute ago. Shoot. Dunno. I blame Matt Elliot and Dax Riggs fluttering around. Maybe it'll come back to me.
I cut her feet off and buried them beneath my home, before planting her right in my yard. The screams were nowhere near as painful as her claws raking at my window in desperation, clicking and clacking away. One night I smashed her head, smiling at the sap she sprang to me. It tasted better than any sweet, any fruit that ever could be discovered. Now she looks just like the trees all around my house. But it hasn't stopped her from clawing at my window, again and again.
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