"For future reference," she once said, staring at a smoking blender, "diamond is not the hardest substance known to woman. That would be dried chickpeas."
She was even vegetarian.
Couldn't stand looking at meat that was even a little bloody.
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Entropy
Short StoryA story about love, despair, and chaos, told in fragments. Her screams echoed inside the glass coffin. I heard them. She scratched her fingernails bloody on the hard case that kept her inside. I felt the blood trickle down my own hands. She pounded...
