Once again I find myself realizing how easily my literary pursuits lean towards the ever-daunting conversations with the Gothic. I want to hone my skills in other genres, maybe churn out a romantic comedy or feel-good adventure of self-discovery.
Except I keep adorning my bookshelf with dead bouquets of roses.
You can take the girl out of her English de…
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