When I see your face contorted that way a feeling is evoked inside of me, and I must turn away for fear of being infected like all else who exist in your world, like all the other poor people who have fallen victim to your, contagious mastery. Those poor souls.
The abundance of words and array of pictures that are located on this blog, are possessions of Heather Marie, unless she tells you that they are not, in which case you must not believe that they are hers.
I like it. Well all of them. Are they connected? Are they like short stories? Is the girl the same girl, or different? I am curios.
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