Blood only bled until it was gone, and the bad things that went bump-clickity-clack in the night always went away sooner or later, but boredom stayed. Boredom was like a little brother with nothing to do, or the song that never ends, or one of those little white dogs gnawing on your ankle. It just wouldn't go away, and it hurt. So she sat still, and closed her eyes, and dreamed about dinosaurs flying in jet fighters, dropping bombs on a herd of elephants in pink underwear.
"Are we boring you, Jennica?" her teacher asked, his voice dry with sarcasm.
"Yes," she replied. She did not open her eyes. It was better that way. "Bore me some more," she said. "It's fun."
Warder to starry_nite
One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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money can't buy you back the love that you had then
ad impenetrum! *NM*
