A love song:

And just like that, her glow vanished.|| Then pulsed none other than Miss Simone, proclaiming, ‘my baby just cares for me.’ Into overdrive her mood spiralled.|| The heart fluttering with joy, armed with that tune — on repeat, in her usual obsessive way, she could now smell the flowers floating in, just like his favourite: buttered pancakes — delightful, perfect masterpieces.|| With Miss Simone’s voice lilting, penetrating through walls, and furniture.

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