All of my stories are jumbled up crazy in here. I cannot put them in order. I want to. I want the whole stupid thing to make sense. If not to me, than at least to someone else.
But they do not come out straight - they come out wild and tangly - like twisted up necklaces in a jewelry box. I just keep holding and turning and tumbling them together until one breaks free.
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