Maybe that’s how it starts. You stumble upon something that helps you cope, fills a void. Makes you feel something different than what you currently feel. You know in the long run it probably won’t...
He cupped my face in his hands and wiped my tears with his thumbs.”Better?””Yes.”He looked into my eyes and said, “I’ll never leave you alone, Anna. Not if I can help it.
You named the chicken, Chicken?” She looked embarrassed. “When we decided not to kill it, I got attached.
[T.J.] Without thinking, I held them out to her. She stopped laughing, and looked at me like she wasn’t quite sure what I meant. I waited, and she leaned toward me and opened her mouth....
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