It Started with a Question (3/4)

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Never enough time in the day

 
Was going to find time to write today, but then life happened so I feel like today I actually have an excuse not to have written anything. Maybe tomorrow. Kind of doubt it since my family is celebrating my birthday tomorrow, but maybe I'll get something written while the football is on. It's not like I really have to give that all my attention.

Never enough time in the day

 
Was going to find time to write today, but then life happened so I feel like today I actually have an excuse not to have written anything. Maybe tomorrow. Kind of doubt it since my family is celebrating my birthday tomorrow, but maybe I'll get something written while the football is on. It's not like I really have to give that all my attention.

Charloft Winter Bingo: Mistletoe and Charloft Sunday: Danger!

(From Bea when I asked her what she thought was dangerous)

Dangerous? Effing mistletoe, that’s what dangerous. Ever since Brentworth Academy, that stuff is my kryptonite. Touch is difficult for me in general, because it increases the strength of my “hearing” abilities. My first kiss was a nightmare. It was as though his entire mind had downloaded to my mind, and I mean the good, the bad, and the downright awful. Every lie, every good day, every embarrassing moment, every fantasy (and I mean EVERY fantasy) was now in a file in my mind, and deleting that shit is almost impossible. It took me years to expunge the majority of his memories, but I still have the memory of seeing his memories, if that makes any sense. As much as I occasionally bemoan David and Jackson when a cute guy comes along, the truth is, I don’t date, ever. Basically, there is every chance I will die a virgin.