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Always Keep Some Handy, Just in Case

A ghost story

Photo by Timothy L Brock on Unsplash

I should never have listened to my mother. I’m the worst therapist in this whole wanking city. Why am I even here? I wish I was swimming. It’s been so gawdamn hot all week. Fuck am I itchy.

In front of me sat my fourth client for the day, a petite woman with dark circles around her eyes. Or maybe it’s just smudged makeup? Is this a goth thing? I don’t




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Danielle Loewen

Danielle Loewen

she/her | reader | queer feminist | recovering academic | body lover | gamer | poet & fabulist

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