Maybe it was the booze
(she never did have much of a tolerance for alcohol), or maybe it was all of the
fucks she suddenly could not bring herself to give, but she jumped in headfirst
with the certainty of nothing at all.
Funnily enough
(figuratively speaking, as there is nothing quite as un-funny as this), she had never been much of a risk-taker. But
this time – this time was different. She cared little about the heart pounding
and palm sweating and you’re a failures
beating like a drum inside her head and the general discomfort of it all.
Because really, what’s
life without a brilliant, stupidly impossible idea?
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