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140 Fiction: The Will
He stood at the door, not knowing how he’d tell her about his lump today. He was greeted with a note: I’m pregnant with his child, Jack. I’m taking Simba with me. I’m sorry. -Jil. She received a copy of his will 20 days later. Simba got everything.
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Poem || You Don’t Even Know Her
That fucking thing againEmotionless, selfish,She’s a heartbreaker, andprobably standoffish
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