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The pages dropped into the water.
Ink bled until each page was unreadable, but the words were engraved into my
mind. I will never forget ..
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Dear Darling;You are cute.When can I see you again?You are hot. When can I hold you again?You are warm.When can I curl up on you again?You are funny.W..
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I unfolded the letter and read it. I’d
probably be able to recite every word by now. The creases were worn and ink
smudged. But I could still..
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The rain poured down, dripping off my hair, running down my
forehead, streaking makeup down my face, drenching me from head to toe. I thought
about ..
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This is my voice, pure and true.
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Why? I
thought to myself. The hours blurred by �" connecting the days together. A long
string, tangled into an unrecognizable ball, ..
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I gasped as Mother cinched my corset tighter.
“Is this entirely necessary Mother? It’s just the
Smythson’s Ball. ..
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The
Unexpected
“Tell me, please?” he whispered into
my ear, as he slowly drew his fingers across my face, brushing my bangs ..
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You know, it’s funny. I tell myself religion isn’t
something I want to get into debates about. It isn’t worth losing good frien..
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When you sit there and begin to wonder, you know you’re
doomed. From the second you question why, there’s no turning back. It will
chan..
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