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Once upon a time there lived a girl. She slept in a lovely little cottage made of gingerbread and candy. She was always asleep. One morning she woke up, and the candy had mold on it. Her father blew her a kiss and the house fell down. She realized she was lost. She found herself walking down a crowded street, but the people were made of paper, like paper dolls. She blew everyone a kiss goodbye, and watched as they blew away.


He peels off my clothes like a starving man would peel an orange.
His lips taste my juicy sweetness.
My legs tangle with his;
We become one being,
A burning furnace
In the cold dark basement of love.


Dear Angela,

I know in the past I've caused you pain, and I'm sorry. And I'll always be sorry until the day I die. And I hate this pen I'm holding because I should be holding you. I hate this paper in my hand because it isn't you. I even hate this letter because it's not the whole truth. Because the whole truth is -- so much more than a letter can even say. If you want to hate me, go ahead. If you want to burn this letter, do it. You could burn whole world down. You could tell me to go to Hell, if you wanted to. And I'd do it. And I'd send you a letter from there.

Sincerely, Jordan Catalano.

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“Do we have to keep talking about religion? It's Christmas.”

Danielle Chase, Episode 15: "So-Called Angels"