Define me, good sir. For I have not the right state of mind to string together a coherent greeting. My name? Monét Zu. I live by the highway and fall asleep listening to burning rubber and the tast of drag racing. So how do I cope with a failing heart and big, big lungs? I announced my love for God when He sent me the life of my love, Tarius. Through our brittle sixteen-year-old bones, we've shared noises in the dark and whispered hugs and kisses. And so, what else is needed to know, ladies and gentlemen?

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