ON THE DEATH OF SUMMER AND BAPTISMAL PROMISES
July seeps into August like the blood of a cherry on your white blouse. I want to get better. [ ... ] I will get it right next time. I will wash it off you, clean.
📺: Supernatural ╱ SEASON EIGHT
📖: Mockingjay ╱ SUZANNE COLLINS
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Story by 𝐜 𝐞 𝐥 𝐢 𝐧 𝐚
11 BE THE DEATH
Then he said, leaning forward: 'You're strange animals, you women intellectuals. Tell me: what's it like to b...