"Have a seat will you?" The girl before me was just that, a girl. She looked no older than fourteen. "I'd rather stand." She said crossing her arms and planting her feet. I admired her spunk. It reminded me of my sister. "Now now, that's no way to treat your host." "You are pathetic." She scoffed, and threw herself into the chair across from me.

"Have a seat will you?" The girl before me was just that, a girl. She looked no older than fourteen. "I'd rather stand." She said crossing her arms and planting her feet. I admired her spunk. It reminded me of my sister. "Now now, that's no way to treat your host." "You are pathetic." She scoffed, and threw herself into the chair across from me.

+ James Dean and Marlon Brando + Quite a convincing image but lighting looks wrong.

+ James Dean and Marlon Brando + Quite a convincing image but lighting looks wrong.

(Open) Adeline)) I take a break from painting and open the studio's window. I sit down on the table and look out at the city below. I hear to door open and I look over at you. I smile " Hi" (continue...)

Leslie. Palestinian, NDN, and then some. Female, my feminism is intersectional. Born in the Midwest, grew up in Southeast Asia. Living now in the Pacific Northwest and happy about it. I'm worth it all. I like pretty things and important shit.

I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you

Prologue: The dirty secret you don't to tell your friends, what if they act weird about it? It's the guilty pleasure. The long staring contests. Always watching when he passes by and looking at him...

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