By 3:30 am the party evacuated the room. I sat in between Xavier and Mikal on an inviting couch that we've covered in ash and judgment. Across us was the picture of a creep and our drunk friend Ace laid side by side on the bed we've claimed. We were their audience and we knew just what to do next.............
ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)
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- Hey
- Letters
- Disneyland Diaries 2012
- Old Stories: Fingers
- Old Stories: Pazzo
- Tea
- Charlie
- Cliches
- Random Journal of a Postmodern Nobody
- Rice and Eggs
- Came Up On Some Boy Pants at the Flea Market
- The Notebook
- The Best Cupcake I've Ever Had
- Hey
- Trying
- Of All The Things I Thrifted
- W
- My Talking Head
- Remember Molly
- Behind Her
- Relevant Reads
- An Extended Stay: A Murder Story
- Well-Acquainted
- The Rum Diary
- Something to Remember
- Winona Ryder
- Chez Dro et Cathcart
- Rule Number One
- A Ted Mosby Smile
- mikal
- Nocturnal Friends
- anx
- Bitch Squad
- "I'm cute" She Says
- Ima Piece of Shit
- BITCHES
- Pile of Thrifted Thievery
- An Ace Shit
- F is for
- Chambre
- Sleep ya right
- Buddies
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