"Hi baby." I whisper to Jacques, laying a tender kiss to his cheek.
"My interview yesterday went well." I talk to Jacques, as if he were listening. As if he were healthy, awake, and merely sleeping.
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
