I watch as she puts his arms around him every morning and kiss behind open locker doors. I hear them say their pleasantries like sultry wine, I look on as they hold hands like chains bound by locks. Best friends forever, I echo in my mind as he approaches to return my notebook with a smile.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
NouvellesThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
