He was from another time, another place where people didn’t have faces.
When Holliday broke apart her fortune cookie, she stretched out a tiny slip of paper with unusual words on it.
I sat in the bathroom all night wondering if I was about to lose my baby.
His emphasis on the word ‘you’ made her squirm. “This is cheesy. I’m not feeling it anymore.” Winter said.
HEYOO! Tom did it again. I hit him in the shoulder, a stinging, light punch. He flinched, rubbing his shoulder like he earned a battle wound.
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