The same day Josh figured out his solution, he started noticing someone else. The other boy was small and pretty. (Josh didn't think of the word "pretty" when he looked in the mirror. He hoped the other boy did.) He acted like he fit in his bones just like everyone else—everyone else—but Josh could see that he didn't. The other boy was cracked like Josh.
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hands :: joshler
FanfictionI'm not sentimental. This skin and bones is a rental. • • •
