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    [post_content] => A Golden Shovel after Heathers

christ, as soon as he turned seventeen he was swallowed up by it all. chaos
coated him like a sugar glaze. dressing like the search results for ‘grunge’ on pinterest is
popular with teen girls. apparently. a different one every Thursday. what
lost me was the way he threw out all the presents we’d bought him. that killed
his grandparents. one Sunday, we all went out to the restaurant he used to love. the
menu hadn’t changed, and the wall was still covered in little decals of dinosaurs.
but we weren’t sister, mother, granny. everyone was darling.
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quoting baudelaire and living in the eighties

Katie Kirkpatrick

A Golden Shovel after Heathers

christ, as soon as he turned seventeen he was swallowed up by it all. chaos
coated him like a sugar glaze. dressing like the search results for ‘grunge’ on pinterest is
popular with teen girls. apparently. a different one every Thursday. what
lost me was the way he threw out all the presents we’d bought him. that killed
his grandparents. one Sunday, we all went out to the restaurant he used to love. the
menu hadn’t changed, and the wall was still covered in little decals of dinosaurs.
but we weren’t sister, mother, granny. everyone was darling.