At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.
At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.
Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.
She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.
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