“Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die...” DiesBlackMissingCryBreatheStuckKnivesMaryMack Book:White is for Magic Source: White is for Magic
“You deserve to die," I whisper, suddenly realizing Iv'e said the words aloud. "Excuse me?" "Nothing." "Not nothing. You just told me that I deserve to be maggot feed." "Not maggot feed, just-" "Dead!" "Forget it" "I don't know why I said that. Just daydreaming, I guess." "Daydreaming about my death?" "Forget it", I repeat. "Are you sure you aren't still mad that I wouldn't let you borrow my vintage fishnet leggings?" "More like I didn't want to borrow them.” KnowsWantSaidStillsDiesRealizingForgetDeserveMadExcuseRepeatsForget ItDaydreamingVintageExcuse MeMaggotsLeggings Author:Laurie Faria Stolarz
