It started with crayons. She’d use up the one colour and ask for a new box. Then her toothbrush. Pillows. Wallpaper. Schoolbag. Lunchbox.
Then her wardrobe. Shoes. Dresses. Lipstick.
At ten, she found a razor. Her mother screamed when she found her, but she grinned. “So much red!” she squealed.
(Ssh. Secretly taking part in this 55 fiction thing.)
3 member protest rally:
...okay WOW.
grinning
Huh. I think I missed this one. I love.
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Talk, my friend. Now that you've read this section, the urge to speak has increased. I know. It's all right. It happens...
Stop fighting it. Talk.