Tippy peeked around the door frame in a frightened hush, worried that whatever inhuman noise she had heard from the kitchen wasn't her imagination. She slowly tip-toed down the carpeted hallway before poking out her head just enough to see into the kitchen.
It took everything in her not to scream.
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoetryThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
