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irreverent
Her irreverence was astounding. I was holy, the pinnacle of physical, mental, and spiritual perfection. She was but a mortal. Why, then, was she staring at me like the proverbial human gum upon the proverbial human shoe?
transmission
The transmission was breaking up. She strained to hear his words. What were they saying over there? What was happening?
ensue
Then chaos ensued. All hell broke loose, and I clutched desperately at his hand, determined not to let the tide of the warriors sweep us apart and spit us out, used, broken, alone.
bowling
That night we went bowling. I was nervous, and I locked myself in the bathroom. He was confident, and when I came out, we played twenty questions, which turned into forty questions, and fifty, until soon we felt we knew everything about each other. He tried to buy me pizza and soda, and I refused, so we went Dutch. He kissed me on the cheek. I cried.
lamb
We had lamb for dinner last night. I knew something was either terribly wrong or terribly right, for we never had lamb unless the circumstances were extreme. Turns out the first one was right. My parents sat us down at the table and told us they were getting a divorce. I cried, and so did my little brother. From now, lamb will be associated with the taste of tears, the feeling of rocks dropping through my stomach, and the bitter taste of betrayal.
bleeding
I'm bleeding. That's all I can think of. My substance, my literal life blood, is draining out of my body. As my body grows weaker, so do my cries. "Someone... anyone... please, please help!" That's the last thing I say, then I'm gone. Gone forever, never to hold him in my arms again.
asthma
haunted me for forever something inside me holding me back exercise? i can never if i do, i fall under attack an elephant sitting on my chest but it pushes me to be my best
comfort
Something that can't be forced upon someone, pushed onto their back when they are already heavy with burdens. Burdens of love, hate, sorrow, and anxiety, with a new burden of pretending to be comfortable laid on top.