This is not my holloween costume, but I can wear the nice monarch butterfly wings with the black dress-- a birthday present-- slit up to god knows where on the sides and laced down to CanigitanAmen in the back, I can flutter and wear my black cat mask and purr out through my droopy eyes for a moment or three, if I want to.

My throat is sore, my eyes are heavy, my bed is covered in laundry.

I am in love with you.

<<agé chose>>

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