Two and a half hours
later, she slurred her
words and the line between
reality and fnatasy began to
blur.
"I wish I could do all the
things I wanted," she said,
stumbling around my living room.
"Your wishes are my command."
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vixens; victims; vicodins [editing]
Teen Fictionnixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.