Oxymophobic

Sick and tired and now scared of words.

She, as a narrator;
with aspirations to be a film-maker,
dreams,
of that perfect »She«
in her stories:

,,She loaded the gun aimed carefully and shot the charging Minotaur in the chest. It stumbled recklessly and came to a halt before her feet.”

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