Eighty-seven.

I miss remembering her name.

. . . . . . . . .

I have something to say to you if you have a second.

I love you!

And they lived happily ever after.

(A sweet, sweet, sweet. short, short, short, story indeed.)

I love how you didn't treat me like a puzzle to be solved. You inadvertently made me stop pulling myself apart, and then I started embracing the flaws, the ones you say you love.

The therapist told me to talk about my feelings.

So I told her.

Now she quit.

Mother taught me how to shave.

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For word count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

I learned to let go of it all.

(no regrets, none at all, this is a new beginning)

World’s complete Destruction at 9 O’clock tonight. The special report tonight at 11 O’clock broadcast.