All of the ghouls come out to play and every demon wants his pound of flesh, but I like to keep some things to myself.

By Linda - 23:33
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“I lift my arm out of the water. It's a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People see the log and call it a twig. They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.”

By Linda - 02:14
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