fresh a i r &&open

[Ysabel Holden]

write me off, give up on me,
'CAUSE DARLING WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?


i'm just off a lost cause,
A LONG SHOT, DON'T EVEN TAKE THIS BET

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Ysabel had woken up early that Saturday morning, dried paths of tears she had shed in her sleep etched onto her cheeks. Without disturbing Isaac or her father, she had showered, dressed, eaten, and left a note on the kitchen table saying that she had gone for a walk and would be home later. Her feet had carried her to the park- it was a quiet, tranquil sort of morning- one that would normally be spent sleeping in, but Ysabel hadn't been able to sleep much past six or seven in the morning since she had found out she was pregnant.

Speaking of the devil, she could feel the baby- which was still very tiny at this point- pulling at the strings that would make her regurgitate her breakfast. Ysabel figured she had about fifteen seconds to find someplace appropriate to vomit- otherwise she might have half-digested peanut butter toast and scrambled eggs on her shoes. Abandoning her leisurely walk, Ysabel sprinted toward the Port-o-Potty about twenty feet ahead of her, flung the door open, and didn't have time to close it again before losing her breakfast.

Ysabel coughed and sputtered a moment, doubled over with her hands on her knees. Her stomach still felt unsettled, though she felt there was nothing left for her to get rid of, she gambled that it was safe to leave the green cubicle to resume her walk. She reached into her back pocket for a piece of gum- hoping the mintiness would banish that foul taste of stomach acid mixed with peanut butter lingering in her mouth. A blush rose to her cheeks when she saw someone nearby- they had probably heard her early-morning adventure.

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you can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights
GET ALL THE SIGHS AND THE MOANS JUST RIGHT

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