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Mine

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I used to cross the street when nobody was home and read the notes, imagining they were for me. I would scan the words he wouldn’t dare speak aloud, the … Continue reading Mine

Waiting For Forever

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“Where is she?” Four sets of eyes stare back at me. Cool, calm, infinitely calm, but I’m not fooled. Tessa’s brothers run hotter than a 450 degree oven. One turn … Continue reading Waiting For Forever