I drop the bucket. Stare at you.
If my feet weren't planted to the ground, Wendy, I would run away. If I didn't feel frozen in place.
Instead, I run a shaky hand through my hair and give you a fake grin.
"Here I am," I say, holding my arms out for effect. "All grown up."
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Wendy
Poetry"He left me all alone, now what am I supposed to do?" "She wanted me to grow up, I wasn't sure I could." Did you think there story was finished, once Peter went back to Neverland? I don't think so, after all, how could they forget the love of their...
