Nil points

Scarsnot angry anymorebut mutedas if they want to hide,become thepale reminders ofhaunted bladesin the all-night diners, Living with them becausewho would I be without them?…

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Lighting the burner

Wednesday,a day for lovers and leftovers,bubble and squeak halfway throughthe week is what makes me, me. As for the loving,it’s never too late. Look, he said,a fortune cookie,she saves it for a rainy day. Enough of this frivolitymust get up, shower and shaveand make some tea,seeya later…

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