The ghost has a valentine this year. His name is Dracula. He is the vampire to chase (who has never been caught). Until now. His capture was not under duress, but a voluntary submission (a release, philosophical surrender into bliss). This is not defeat.
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she cuts the perfectly shaped heart from a sheet of blood red construction paper (the edges, slightly askew from the shake of her hand). it feels silly and maybe a little bit juvenile.
But she is in love, so she just doesn’t fucking care.
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