Memory Bottle
I waited for her to mess with her hair in the mirror. Like she had been doing every day after she exited the classroom. There was something about waifish girls that drew me to them....
I always wanted to write more fiction. But the little I do manage to write is available here for your reading pleasure.
I waited for her to mess with her hair in the mirror. Like she had been doing every day after she exited the classroom. There was something about waifish girls that drew me to them....
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