spotless mind.


Yeah, Tangerine?

Am l ugly?


When l was a kid l thought l was. Can't believe l'm crying already. Sometimes l think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid. Like you don't matter. So, l'm eight, and l have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who l call Clementine. And l keep yelling at her, "You can't be ugly. Be pretty." lt's weird. Like if l can transform her, l would magically change, too.

You're pretty.

Joely, don't ever leave me.

You're pretty. You're pretty. Pretty.



Please let me keep this memory

Just this one

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