"when i was five, i got really bad rashes and allergies and hay fever. so my mom took me to the doctor, and he did that test where they used needles to prick a grid on your back with different toxins on them, you know, to see which one you're allergic to. next day, i come in, the doctor lifts my shirt, and my back is a patch of oily, moldy, blackish-green double-puff marshmallows. i was allergic to everything. so they sealed the house with plastic and a special ventilation system, and i spent the rest of my childhood and adoloscence indoors, alone, lonely.
it wasn't till i was 19 they discovered what i was actually allergic to was the aluminum alloy the hypodermic needles were made out of. then i was gona leave, but my mom got sick. so i stayed. she stayed sick a really long time.
the trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat.
so, i decided this wasn't a story about a miserable girl trapped in a house that smelled like medical supplies, wasting her life on a dying person she sometimes hated. no.
this was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything, any little thing. and even love the person she was trapped with"
-penelope stamp-
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