~a dark oak floor
~barely any dust (capricorn moon)
~a shoe box full of their old journals
~a cigar box with a wad of ninety-three dollar bills held with a black rubber band; her dad’s high school ring; her mom’s old perfume, bottle half-empty; and a forgotten nug of weed
~an old car parts magazine (she finds auto mechanics sexy)
~a bottle of yellow nail polish (borrowed from Jesus who has been wondering where it is)
~a dried up rose
~one black stiletto boot
~two scattered guitar pics: a grey/black marbled one and a purple one.
~one of Abraham’s chew bones
~Knight of Swords tarot card
~a ghost
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