Through New Eyes (COMING SOON)
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Last published Wed, Apr 19, 2017
"Please let me go..." Joanna mumbled quietly, afraid to anger the boy.
"I won't hurt you, I promise."
"Your hair is like snow," she then said, voicing her thoughts almost involuntarily.
"Oh?" Was all the boy said, his small smile widening a little.
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Adulthood brings on many struggles, like the ability to read minds and see the world around you for what it really is.
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