Lydia hugged her new purple sketchbook, pens, pencils, watercolors, and paintbrushes.
She jumped and twirled at the thought of making her very own ART.
But when she opened the sketchbook
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prove that we were trying, acting as
organ donor for our
self-fulfilling anxieties,
we have decided that we are
to conquer the ancients,
our own personal Orélie-Antoine
but there is no one else here to
declare our insanity, for
when Methuselah burns,
He has left us for the flames