words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Sojourness at The Feminist Pulse encourages her little sister's ambitions, with no help whatsoever from Google.
Ugh, am I gonna hafta hate yer sister now too?
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Ugh, am I gonna hafta hate yer sister now too?
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