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My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.
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"It went horribly." Oliver said before Charlotte could even ask how his job interview went. Charlotte walked over to him until her...
The Lost Boy
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The pages were doused with pixy dust. They left glitter in my hands and yours. Nothing mattered because we mattered. The lost boy was found ...
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