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powder
It was everywhere. White covered carpets and vanities. Along with a brunette standing at the mirror, hair covered in white powder. "Mason!" she wailed through the house "Did you loosen the cap on my dry shampoo?!"
longing
I can't believe shes gone it was a few days, or maybe weeks. She was gone as quick as she came
scripted
"And with the force of my...my...Line?" "It's two weeks until show you should know all your lines Drew." His face flustered and not from the house lights. "Sorry..."
snapped
This was it. I am not taking another step nor saying another word without yelling this from the rooftops. I clenched my fists until they turned white. my voice was quiet at first "You're being rude." "Excuse me?" "I said," I looked her straight in the eye voice in crescendo "You're being rude. Ever since the day I've met you you were rude. You are a spoiled, rude, pretentious bitch and you need to get off your high horse and think about your consequences. You might not be bothered by it but others are. You almost cost someone their job because of your actions and your words caused me anxiety both social ad physical. You're toxic Diane and I, we, don't need you." I snapped, I ruined my social life, But I'm free.
willow
Stop by the willow tree my friend. It shall protect you from the storm. But don't take it for granted, for every great thing must one day fall.
canned
I broke through the boarded building while scavenging. It's an eat or be eaten world and there better be some damn rations. I walk downstairs to the cellar when I hear a pinging metallic sound creeping closer and closer. it stops at my feet, I pick up an old tin of canned peaches "What the hell-" My surroundings went black. The next thing I know I wake up tied in a cell with a fiery pain in my side.
flour
"Oh you are so dead." I ran out the door avoiding my unavoidable death from a certain patchy white ghost. "This was a new shirt Penelope! It's J Crew and you better pay for a new one!"
stolen
"Hey! Stop!" Run, quick! "Mister!" It's not your fault that they left you, and it's certainly not your fault that they made you snap. Right?