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And I don't mean God, I mean my godlessness.
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Somewhere, a long time ago,an old man told me on a windingabandonedroadnot to partake of the fruit of ice.A mouth, parched and cracked,simply pursed i..
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(You can do this, Faith. You can do this.)The voices have gottenso much calmerever since Allan died.Things got better.I got better.Support came and we..
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I knew things were starting to get betterthe day I forgot the name of Jace's teacher.And believe me--I triedfor a good, long timeto remember.It felt k..
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I have dreams I can't stop.I dream of Jace,holding me close, hugging me so hardthat I lose my breath between the threadsof his shirt:he always kisses ..
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School has become a desolate playgroundfor demons running on empty gas cans.This morning is a blustery oneowned by January:I've started wearing sweate..
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The sequel to my book, "Allan: The Liar's Autobiography". Read Author's Note for details!
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Loosely based on "A Streetcar Named Desire"
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I am wholly feminine,but something about me is brash and matter-of-fact.It's made people seek me with distasteful neediness.Rarely have I been the fir..
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I want him to look at me.Not just any look;that kind of look that takes his breath away,as if God whisperedin his earwhile he was thumbing through pag..
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