her top lip slowly slid up over her eye teeth, her eyes scanning with a determined intensity. there had to be something to quiet the craving monster within. there were grunts, lip smacks, appeasing sighs, & then silence.
strawberry frosted brownie. not a crumb left.
day three of premenstrual syndrome.
white flag.
peace.
strawberry frosted brownie. not a crumb left.
day three of premenstrual syndrome.
white flag.
peace.
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