The Tales of Fried Kale

I’m quite tired right now, but now isn’t really the time for sleep. I can do that when back at Sean’s. It’ll be peaceful. Charge the phone and sleep. Hopefully do some laundry too. That would be nice.
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“Huh? Sorry. I was spacing out. What was that?” Gavin quietly asked and then took another drink from his beer.
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Mirsha was happy little seven-year old girl. To most, she was considered quite normal. She enjoyed playing with her dolls, running around outside, and pretending to be a princess. She often wore a pink tutu and a tiara, simply because she could, and when she couldn’t, she pouted in an adorable and heart crushing manner. When asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she would smile real big, showing off her missing front teeth, and reply enthusiastically, “A Unicorn!” then run away giggling. She looked just like her mother; golden blonde hair and eyes of hazel—which some people would tell her were the eyes that fairies had—porcelain skin and dimples straight from a cartoon.
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Tristan hit the ground fucking hard.
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