Lily of the Madheart.

g Mel's capable of, nicking a hundred or two to keep in that mass of tits. A

for a split second before she ca

ading rumors a

fucking thief. Let's continue

und and walking back in. I head straig

d the sweat on my forehead and the aggressive rhythm my heart is pounding to. I don't like

t of my shift. They're good for each o

odie, tuck my hair into the hood and quickly walk to my apartment. Mayb

ms like it's ringing from the depths of hell because I can't fucking find it. It begins to blare again and I roll back and feel it. It's underneath me. I ge

I've had almost six hours of sleep which is as good as I can get these days. I put on jeans,

the rock-hard bread is finally finished and make a menta

ly slam my body into the door. That serves the dual purpose of assuring me I locked i

ness, I hate when she's here before me. Makes me feel like she doesn't think I'm serious. And I am. It's all I've ever wante

could bake some cupcakes but I'd have to make sure anyone who bu

d know the barista by name. If it doesn't keep me awake, I'll lock up and have a nap. Wi

fer and a deposit. I need a big library so it

k too. She's my best friend who'd grown out seven month

ause I only did odd jobs and Cindy basically had to take care of us both. I tried my best to kee

put in a good word for me at the strip club where sh

er side of town, the better side. I've got

orning,

il. How are

ask as I push the door open a

sed be

, change out the display, wipe down t

aning back to carry it. I immediately come over to help her. "N

ash than usual. "No, no

it," she s

sn't look like sh

labeled classics. It should be o

sy to find. The lettering used to label the box

After confirming there's no one in the Lib

er hands float to the ground. Odd, she doesn't startle easy an

t the box down. I'm halfway into a chair when Nancy speaks,

p sort the files

think I hear

ody there. I slide behind the counter anyway

it, I don't think I