her parents kicked her out at 17 and in a town that small they called her fast. and easy. a whore. but shes what kept me afloat and alive when all my idiotic plans caved in at the same time... so what if she enjoyed sex and loved to shock people... she had a kind of courage that was natural and beautiful and hell, it was shocking... and she could talk philosophy with the best of the bullshitters and then tell them how unfucking practical it all was in such a way that had us laughing like nutcases... shit, i miss her. i dont even know where shes buried.Birth sign: Taurus
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