Not in bed. In the head. They want the filthy girl until she asks what Saturday looks like. That is when they need space first.
Tag: apps
Money gone to be ignored faster. I called it efficiency. It was loneliness with a receipt. The app took payment. It did not take me.
Same kitchen. Same oat milk. Then a rose on the app. The house became an incubator with worse lighting. I shut the fridge, considered leaving.