January//30//2019
It's Dad's Birthday today.
I left roses on his grave.
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General Fiction"His eyes look golden in the sunlight." Xanthiel writes in a journal that's pushed onto him by his therapist. Introduce a complete asshole that he just can't seem to stop running into. Add a spontaneous roadtrip to the mix and you get one hell of...
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January//30//2019
It's Dad's Birthday today.
I left roses on his grave.
