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His uterus, because that she is not that important. Tag[s] : recorder fiction, gender fiction Ew! She stinks [or in this form: Ew ] The other day I was blazed on a path of heavy waits; I blinked and the … Continue reading His uterus, because that she is not that important.
[or in this form: Is this fiction] I want them fired for once again; failing to meet the complicated substance of resources; she’s in a competition ; with those of us who cringe in hour; walks from repeated flinchings because … Continue reading Is this fiction? Redwood City, CA: It’s time to shut down that resource center and arrest the “staff” for cruel ineptitude
The Temporary Keeper. This type of flower, creest. [or see it in this form: As the bad odor enters my faucets ] dedicated: to Poppy, Harvey, and Dusty. As the bad odor enters my faucets; I look around, … Continue reading The Temporary Keeper. This type of flower, creest.
Samantha Gilbert, How to recognize: Officers, are on the way. I kept understanding that’s not what that’s meant to mean. and I meant them to come; and I kept expecting the officers to show up flashlights like weapons upon my … Continue reading Samantha Gilbert, How to recognize: Officers, are on the way.
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Just because he felt like it and was your mom he decided that black wasn’t really your race. It was his. tags: cultural fiction, race fiction, forced interculturisms through inter-racism fiction I was so excited about my trash reception; I … Continue reading Just because he felt like it and was your mom he decided that black wasn’t really your race. It was his.