I met Trinity Morris for the first time in a library. She was all alone in a corner table surrounded by books and papers and an open computer. I thought she was crying because of the homework or something, so I went to consul her. Turns out Jim had just died in Ghost Whisperer.
I had never in my life met anyone like Trinity, someone who was energetic and open and spunky (if I here from any of my friends that they heard me use that adjective, I will hunt you down). She was funny and nerdy and perfect. How could I not fall for her? But there’s a big problem: we’re both girls.
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Short StoryJust little tidbits because I'm lazy. I come up with some ideas that could turn into cool books (or even movies :P) but I'm too lazy to put forth all that effort. So, here are a collection of little stories I started and never finished. If you want...
