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~i used to try so hard to make all my writing sound pretty and elegant. all so heavily romantasized. every .txt was a love letter to some topic, as if typed in cursive~
I lose myself in the documents and don't even hear the knocking on of opening of my door.
"What do you have there, Rosie?" my dad asks, looking over my shoulder.
I answer:
A"practicing my typing. Mrs. Castiglia says its a good skill to have as an adult" orB "writing poetry"
