She seemed to lust for an age of innocence, but she was less Ariel and more Betty with black and red hair. A mix of urban and broad- way. Over her head, a fluorescent halo.
"That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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