Episode 2.0
Her name isn't really Casper. They call her that because of those big blue eyes, and the fact that she's so quiet. Like a ghost, she appears at our bedsides some mornings to take chart, her warm fingers sliding just an inch or so down the hem of my bandages to reach my pulse.
Her chin doubles adorably as she looks down at me in bed. Like a ghost, she appears suddenly behind me in the hallway, smiling as I turn in surprise: How are you?
She has an enormous tank in her office with a fat, slow turtle that paddles and paddles, paddles and paddles, barely making any headway. I watch that poor fucker all the time, I could watch watch him for hours and days, I find him so incredibly patient at a task that ultimately means nothing, because it's not like he's getting out of the fucking tank anytime soon, right?
And Casper just watchs me watch him.
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GIRL IN PIECES
Novela JuvenilYOU CAN SPOT THE GIRLS WHO HAVE IT EASY _________________________________________ AND THEN THERE IS ME. Charlotte Davis is in pieces. At seventeen she's already lost more than most people do in a li...
