Pulvis et Umbra

Pulvis et Umbra

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we write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one left to find me." - @FieryFandomDragon highest ranking: #350 in poetry lowercase intended © all rights reserved MissUnicornGirl 2017
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Step one: graduate. Step two: accidentally sleep with your best friend. Step three: get trapped working summer camp together because your other best friend has no sense of boundaries. Now Enya and Maddie are sharing a cabin, pretending nothing happened, and doing a terrible job at it. It's hot. It's messy. It's gay. * * * The summer before college was supposed to be chill; sunburns, iced lattes, maybe a mild existential crisis. But when Skylar signs everyone up to be counselors at a middle school camp, Enya and Maddie find themselves trapped in a mosquito-infested nightmare... together. One small problem: They may or may not have ACCIDENTALLY hooked up after graduation. And Maddie is convinced Enya planned the whole thing. Between canoe races gone wrong, s'mores that end in arguments, and bunkhouse confessions they swore would never happen again, both girls are about to learn that feelings aren't something you can logic your way out of-or yell your way past. Because sometimes the person who drives you craziest... is the one who feels like home.

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