Queen

Dakota works at the fried chicken place, and lives with her parents and ferrets. She keeps cheap liquor on her bookshelf for medicinal purposes only. She crochets. Her friends at the 24 hour gym all have a crush on her. Her arms zigzagged with scars, she claims she is too old for that business now. She goes to church on the Sundays she doesn’t work, hugging the old church ladies who dote on her. She laughs violently, falling out of her chair at one of her own jokes. Dakota only happens to mortals like us once in a strawberry moon.