Agenda

Rarely does an agenda strike her. As the feelings flood, she immediately reaches for a straw to breathe & despite her intention & not even able to understand if they are good or bad anymore, she drowns herself as the straw isn’t at all adequate. She is all alone with a super cute straw & a lonely, retrospectively ugly agenda that continues to make no sense to her…

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