"i wonder... when he'll get here..."
she stared at her phone while she sat at the top of the slide.
"i'm right here."
with one gentle push she slid down the slide. she stood up as she reached the end and turned around.
"you..."
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Short Storyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
