At the mallThe bracelet was beautiful. Those were actual crystals shining along its length, not bits of painted plastic that would lose their silver luster after three weeks on my wrist. The woven thread was finer, and smooth against my fingers, promising to be less irritating. The ends were tied in expertly, not stiff with prickly glue, and the weight of it in my hand was gorgeous.At the mall by FlyingGuineaPig
"For you? Thirty-five. This my last one that color, too."
Damn. I'd guessed twenty, and even then the indulgence had been a stretch. There was no way I could have this.
Regretfully, I handed it back to the man running the booth. I needed warm clothing more than I needed my wrist to throw dancing lights on the walls.
I tried Hot Topic first. Style was important to me, although mine often clashed with the prevailing fashions. Still, I could sort of see myself in a hat with ears.
I hugged the wall as I walked in, staring up at dresses I'd almost-but-not-quite like to wear. If only they covered a little more,
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This is my bio. My bio is epic. My bio says hi.
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My mother accidently set the kitchen on fire on the 30th of June, 2013, at approximately 9pm GMT. Current house status:
Carpets: None new.
Walls painted: Partially.
Kitchen Appliances at current moment: Fridge, camping stove, kettle, toaster.
My current balance (money from insurers): Over £1200
Mental status: Questionable.
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