Day 31

Now I’m hellbent of finding who people are, at least on the surface. Who their voices are, who their legs are…She’s a Gwendolyn, her black hair glossy, parted at center, twisted back and pinned past the temple. With that length that shields the shoulder blades and creases the body in the center.

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Day 31

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