After telling Chimney to back off and stop emitting such filthy slander, Staircase turned around and put its arm around Silo’s shoulder.
‘Chimney, that b’tch, has no right calling you names. She might look shiny and think herself to be the blueprint of perfection but her heart is black and her judgement clouded.’,
Staircase whispered into Silo’s ears.

Staircase kept uttering words to help Silo overcome the insecurities about her curves and make her realize she was gorgeous. Staircase even gave a whole speech that Chimneys were a good example that no matter how flashy things seem, it is actually the inside that counts. And that only Silo’s had that.
Hopefully this would put an end to Silo’s eating-disorder too. They needed her happy and full, above all.




Het strand maakte zich vandaag op voor de winterslaap. Ben het gaan checken. Een beetje het backstagegevoel van het mooie weer. Zon, zand en lunchen op het laatste terras tussen de containers. Heb nu het idee dat ik wat inhalig dat laatste druppeltje zomer nog uit de dag geperst heb, of in ieder geval dat laatste plakje bikini.



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