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EIGHTEEN
I can't sleep.
All I can think about is those freckles covering that porcelain.
I wonder just how many freckles she has. I vow to count them all one day.
Lindsay had twenty six just on her face. She-
STOP, SEBASTIAN!
I shake my head. I can't think about her. Lindsay's gone and she's never coming back.
All I can think about is those freckles covering that porcelain.
I wonder just how many freckles she has. I vow to count them all one day.
Lindsay had twenty six just on her face. She-
STOP, SEBASTIAN!
I shake my head. I can't think about her. Lindsay's gone and she's never coming back.
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if you've got nothing else to do, i wrote a story set during the irish potato famine, ahahthanks for reading!