
Ciara sat in the bathtub watching blood swirl in pink clouds. The shaving nick on her ankle had provided a few moments distraction. The night had left her feeling small and alone.
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Patricia is a feverish writer of literary nonsense and an indie filmmaker. She haunts the stacks of your favourite bookstore, sips coffee at the local beanery, and collects journals of random scribbles.
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