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where I came from. I collect and hoard
as much as I can, trying to decipher what
is real and what she makes up in her
head.
Other times, she's deranged, like she
is now, flying off the handles in a
psychotic rage. She spits profanities and
uses me as her punching bag. She could
have a fight with her useless supermarket
boyfriend or just feel like shit, and it'll be
