Preface
I think my father used to be handsome.
His spiderweb eyelashes used to deeply shade his gray blue eyes, mysterious as death. The whites of his eyes had been as creamy as milk, his skin an ivory plain. He used to laugh, hold my mother in his arms, and tell me stories about happy endings.
But that was before mom died.
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Ribs
Teen FictionDawn and Corey share a strange relationship that from the outside looks like it's not a relationship at all. But to them, what they'll find in each other will change their entire worlds.
