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Mother. Author. Dreamer.
YOUNG ADULT
...I rest my head on the shoulder of my best friend. I haven’t heard from Darryl since Friday night. Though I’ve wanted to hear from him, the sound of my ringing phone forces my stomach to sink. I don’t want him asking for more. Though I’m technically still a virgin... (read full story)
...“She’s pretty enough, but my father would kill her. He could not live knowing that there’s even a slight chance his friends, neighbors, or co-workers could see his daughter..." (read full story)
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