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  • one-shot On the Fringe of Happiness

    He had words and lies and brains and foolishness. The perfect recipe for running away. His lips had crooked smiles and broken promises, genuine words painted over with a sheet of sarcasm. She's scared of everything, that girl. And she'll never admit it. Too much justice, too much intensity and courage. She'll kill herself one of these days. [a short ode to Peter and Olivia]