Here I was, drowning
in the depths of my thoughts.
Listening to the moans of
white collar associates and
nonsensical talk of a
mbitions that weren't even mine.
The july dinner plates had dollar bills
and 800s on them,
not pasta and greens.
I never ate.
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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.