“Will you cook tonight?” she stared into his black eyes, searching for kindness and understanding.
He would not.
He was a stuffed toy.
He couldn’t even answer back.
Of Stuffed Dreams
“Will you cook tonight?” she stared into his black eyes, searching for kindness and understanding.
He would not.
He was a stuffed toy.
He couldn’t even answer back.
Becoming The Muse 
Well, that was devastatingly sad.
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There’s surprisingly so much subtext between the lines.
~B
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Ha! You’re weird 🙄😂
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😅 It kinda just went a bit left 🤣🤣
~B
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Ouch!
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Yikes 😅😅
~B
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Oh no, the end came so fast. 😭.
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You won’t see that coming 😅
~B
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That was a really short story, for a moment I thought my browser was not loading properly and refreshed.
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Hahaha it’s a #vss very short story.
~B
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