It's called "Marcelle Sends Her Regards." Please check it out!
SPECIMEN:
Marcelle left her apartment at 4:30 in the morning, and walked quickly along the sidewalk. The hood of her red sweatshirt was up, shielding the dark sky from her view. Her rain boots made a rather loud stomping sound against the dry pavement, and Marcelle often stumbled because these boots were much too large for her. Her knee-length skirt was wrinkled and speckled with acrylic paint, a detail Marcelle put there herself to give her the appearance of an "intellectual artsy type." The street lamps illuminated her path with an orange hue, which was reflected in the cloudy city sky.
Marcelle is an emaciated 23 year old with an addiction to sleeping pills, caffeine, and pretentiousness. She steals her absent-minded neighbor's Adderall and stays up all night watching infomercials, drinking coffee with doxylamine and diphenhydramine pills, grinding her teeth, and giving herself magic-marker tattoos which smear when she sweats because she can't afford to run the air conditioner. She doesn't have any close friends so she uses her phone primarily for making lewd calls to strangers when she gets bored, which is usually around 2 in the morning. This is a lie; she is always bored.











The people I talked to have disappeared.
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We'll live.
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We'll live.
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We'll live.
I would go dress shopping with you.
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Walking away is easy,
it's the staying that's so hard.
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We'll live.
Or anybody, for that matter.
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Walking away is easy,
it's the staying that's so hard.
hahaha
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We'll live.
I liek you 2
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Walking away is easy,
it's the staying that's so hard.
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HERE
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Walking away is easy,
it's the staying that's so hard.
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