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i could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. how could skin be that thin? i was so afraid you might drop and break. i stopped breathing so you wouldn't.

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Francesca Lia Block
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: January 3
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Breathing
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Break
Drop
Might
Stopped

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