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After the court proceedings were finalised and Ava was legally considered an adult, culpable and independent of her actions at the tender age of 15, she set out on her own. Her first step was moving back to her home town and into a small but affordable apartment in the city near the suburbs she'd grown up in. Living predominantly off Loretta's life insurance policy, Ava was able to afford the bare essentials for living – the apartment was plain in appearance with mutely painted walls. It had one bedroom and a tiny bathroom with cracked tiles in the corners and an exhaust fan that didn't work properly. The b
Ava Gene 1 part 21 ...continued...Ava Gene 1 part 2
The funeral was simple and passed almost without notice. Very few mourners bothered themselves with the event and those who did hardly seemed to mourn at all.
Loretta's life had always been a hurricane of men with very few relationships of any real substance to sustain her outside the bedroom; but the eye of the storm, the quiet calm in all the chaos, had forever been Ava. So once again the dedicated, dutiful, dying inside daughter stood in mourning; her stoic upper lip a quiver, her porcelain cheeks moistened by the gushing flow of tears, a single white lily in her hands a final offering of
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If you asked Ava how she felt about her mother, she'd tell you she loved her. But the truth is, from the very first moment Ava was born, Loretta held her so tightly she suffocated her against her breast and Ava spent the next thirteen years walking around dead; trapped in a comatose state of admiration for a woman who quite simply couldn't give her room to breathe.
Ava never knew her father, but over the years she had plenty to choose from. Loretta ran through men as quickly as milk or toilet paper. She was an encrazed woman – everything burned bright and strong and fast and so passionately it was inevitable i
DA Love
Thankyou all for you comments, notes, faves and support. You're so supportive and encouraging, you make me want to write more and I just wanted to send out a massive big group hug to all you deviants that make me feel so special and to tell you all how incredibly special you are! 
Sentimental
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Love and adoration is nothing more than a by-product of one's infatuation.
It's merely an illusion.
-Lesson I learned the hard way
To people who don't already know and are fooled by my username... I AM A GIRL!!!!
So yeah, I'm okay I guess, just so much going on right now with my family, I just wish it would all sort itself out!!! Sorry if I unloaded too much on you!
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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - French poet Jacques Rigaut
Hope I helped
Oh and btw....you need a new best friend
But I will always be here if you need anything okay?
I wish you the best of luck my friend
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Love and adoration is nothing more than a by-product of one's infatuation.
It's merely an illusion.
-Lesson I learned the hard way
To people who don't already know and are fooled by my username... I AM A GIRL!!!!
Thankyou again for letting me rant and rave like the lunatic I am. I'm still nervous, but you made me feel heaps better. Thanks. I shall go to bed now me thinks, just uploading some video to my ipod for entertainment in the hospital between evil nasty needles and horrible scans...
I should stip complaining! They might actually fix me this time!!!!
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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - French poet Jacques Rigaut
No 5:10 is early girl.I have to wake up that time everyday (stupid fucking school)
SUPER WOMAN
Well you're welcome....anything to help a friend
I put alot of funy videos whenever I have to get something done...like I had watched videos on my IPOd when thye were doing some kind of surgery on my toe (NEVER GET AN IN-GROWN TOE NAIL!!)
They might...just keep your head up and on your shoulders
Anything for a friend
Tell me later what happens
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Love and adoration is nothing more than a by-product of one's infatuation.
It's merely an illusion.
-Lesson I learned the hard way
To people who don't already know and are fooled by my username... I AM A GIRL!!!!
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - French poet Jacques Rigaut
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Love and adoration is nothing more than a by-product of one's infatuation.
It's merely an illusion.
-Lesson I learned the hard way
To people who don't already know and are fooled by my username... I AM A GIRL!!!!
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"Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - French poet Jacques Rigaut
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