because i was recently asked if i regret it,
Painting Murals: a novel
Have you ever found yourself staring at something so infinitely beautiful – like the honey glow of the horizon just as the sun is taking its first peek of the new day – and feeling that lump in your throat grow to the size of golf balls as the irresistible urge to pounce upon the lone boy standing next to you takes over; yet you resist because you know that if you take that leap everything will change?
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i hate how things have changed but no, i don't regret it.
and yes, i reply with fiction.