Her names Loretta. She lives in a farm with her two grandparents who've been herding cattle for the last forty years. She works in the stable and listens to Jazz at 6. She loves the feel of grass between her toes and hates the smell of pine. Ever since she was a little girl she's wanted to be a florist in the big city. At 9am she'll get up and make a full bowl of porridge only to eat half every time. She's fallen in love with a door-to-door salesman named Curly Joe. She always smiles whenever the lights go off in her room because she pretends that shes a bat in a dark cave flying around for a midnight snack. She enjoys watching old Japanese movies just so she can turn down the volume and dub the entire show and shes sprawled across my windscreen. Dead.
(Just a small intro to a story that may or may not come about)
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