No longer a flower or even dainty, she’s now just a delicate freak, sweeping litter and leaves off the steps of her house, muttering about how young people dress. When there’s a tattoo she hates as much as that memory she can’t avoid, she shouts invectives practiced for years in that office job where she … Continue reading Delicate Freak
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