hello there, i'm liv.
I find photos of wrinkled heroes and write fictional stories about their lives.
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Henny knew Harold was just being sour over his spoiled breakfast; he so hated when the yolk of his egg turned solid on the pan. They would secretly hold hands under the coffee table after supper while each reading their books. Henny was suddenly struck with the realization that she would miss tonight’s episode of the Bachelorette while this painting was being done. She glanced into the horizon with sadness.