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📲🩷 MATCHED!: LIBBY & TAYLOR.

TAYLOR: You know what caught my eye? That you're a mom too. TAYLOR: You being absolutely gorgeous is really helpful, but.. Idk, finding someone who Gets It is important. TAYLOR: If you don't mind me asking, how old is your kiddo? @libsylvester

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📲❤️ MATCHED!: ZACH & LIBBY.

ZACH: you ever see something (or someone) so beautiful that you just kinda are at a loss for words? ZACH: that's how i'm feeling with you right now @libsylvester

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@wavebraek / camille.

up and at ‘em, baby day. it reads like a headline out of a 90′s newspaper from when my story was the only thing people talked about -- when my story was what made leather-faced women with rollers curled tight in their hair take long, solemn puffs of their cigarettes and, in their finest, most-sincere plastic voices utter that poor baby without the hint of remorse, like it was another true crime podcast thought up by two college dudes that stank of cheese puffs and b.o. recording in one of their mom’s basements.

the headlines dry up over time, and so does the money, and no one tells you that until it’s too late, and you spend your days in the cyclical rhythm of staring at the halogen bulbs you flicked on in every corner of your apartment, and closing your eyes to the sound of metal hacking through flesh with the squelch-thump-squelch-thump of a slaughter house up in the pines. blinking light. squelch-thump. blinking light. squelch-thump.

i’m jealous of these girls in the paper. wild, unruly things that are all hair and teeth, and the shocking discovery of little girl murders seem to have somehow slicked back the wispy shreds of hair and filled in the gaps between the teeth. the gofundme’s are rife. the parents grieve and exit stage left. i have five hundred bucks to my name and that’s... it. that’s the last of the Iibby day fund.

wind gap is a three hour drive and i’ve spent the last hour of it swilling warm vodka around my gums. ann nash’s baby face stares back at me from the paper slung across the passenger’s seat, and it makes me want the ground to fucking swallow me. who’s jealous of this kind of attention? what kind of piece of shit does that? up and at ‘em, baby day.

“i got your call. i figured talking in person would be easier.”

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closed starter @libbyfabray

Elijah was one of the younger professors on campus which had both its pros and cons. The students enjoyed that he understood how to use a computer properly and they paid attention to him, but the older teachers always scolded and belittled him whenever they could. And that is exactly why, he wasn’t in the best mood today. The religious department that he worked in was full of older set-minded people that made him want to claw his eyes out. Pulling up his lesson on the board, his class was already full at the sight of Libby he could feel himself calm down a plus he noticed since they started dating. Clapping his hands together with the little excitement he had, “Alright class today we are talking about...” and then continued to speak about the lesson.

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@wavebraek / ben.

i am and always have been an inherently selfish person. i have to figure this out, not because i want to see my big brother out from behind bars, with his blood-red scalp dripping down his shoulders (hair, long, and bright) or his two-tone jumpsuit sawing him in half like a fucking magic trick (for my next trick, i’ll hack your sister’s dying carcass with an axe twenty four times and decapitate your mom!). i have to figure it out because i’ve done more in the past few days than i’ve done in the last seventeen years, ever the waif walking the tightrope between barely surviving and staring at the halogen bulb in my ceiling.

“hi.” i never know what to say. lyle ushers me into these situations with a crisp five hundred dangling in front of my nose like a carrot, and the flickering of lights and the dying hum of my fridge tells me that i’d be an idiot to ignore it. what i want to do is blurt out a stream of i’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorry, but all i can bring myself to is to lift a lead-bearing arm and fumble with the paperweight that made its way into my pocket the last time i’d suffered through one of lyle’s kill club meetings.

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Arabelle and Barbara had insisted on doing everything for the baby shower. Arabelle claimed it was for she had past experience and she even gave the example of her son as if anyone in the family could forget Noah. Barbara tagged along because the last thing needed was this shower to look sad and boring even if she wouldn’t tell her older sister that. It was the usual James conditioning in the eldest James child that Barbara claimed to be the reason their sister tended to go for things that were more... Grandmother style as she put it.

The party was nearly ready to go with catering setting in their last dishes and trays up in the kitchen while Arabelle directed the few finishing touches on the downstairs area. Every room seemed to be decorated at least a tiny bit as the family room was the main area of everyone gathered together.

Barbara had set her sights in helping Libby get ready for the big day. Of course, she would understand the darling girl wanted to put into something comfortable with the due date coming along any second now, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t outshine everyone else at the party. Which is exactly why she made her way up the stairs and shooed Clark out of the bedroom. “Libby, my beautiful Libby, please show me what you had in mind. You know we want comfy because honey, I’d wear sweats every single day if I really could.” Well, it would have to be Chanel or Gucci sweats. Maybe something with velvet and a crop top. “But don’t take this the wrong way, we need to just dash a little bit of glitz and glam to it. Oooh, don’t you have that pretty little button up around here somewhere? We could always use one of Clark’s if we need too. Yes, okay, we’ll do this. A loose button up maybe a cream or light yellow color if we can find one and pair it with...” She glanced in the shared closet as her eyes searched for something to give her inspiration for pants. “How do you feel about jeggings? Or leggings that look like jeans?”