When you were little I bet you used to believe in Santa, the tooth fairy, and the easter bunny. You probably played in sand boxes and thought of yourself as a big kid when you grew out of your car seat days. You were daddy's little girl or mommy's baby boy.
Cutting meant stealing a spot in line, getting high meant how far up you got while on a swing, and drinking was only sipping out of a juice box.
Life was great.
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Beyond Repair (short story)
Ficção Adolescente**Very old story that I decided to put on here. Writing is from when I was much younger** This is a story of a sixteen year old girl named Lee. After moving in with her brother and his boyfriend at the age of ten, Lee has to secretly deal with a pai...
