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Day 93

I think it would be well of me to describe Harriet as some sort of anglerfish. She operates under her own sort of living, long beyond the threshold of what lies above. She’s smart and keen with herself, like most girls her age considering how lucky she is. Red hot rage of most women beyond their sixties comes piping out of her often and despite her natural beauty has the weathered face to show for it. Despite her flaws, I keep her around.

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