A short story just as much about teenage romance as it is about teenage tragedy. Do be warned - this story contains a manic pixie dream girl, because it was written in 2013 and is a product of its time. However, it was also written in my first year of college, almost got published in the student anthology, and it made a cute guy in our writers workshop notice me enough to become my husband eight years later. You do with that information what you will. There are mentions of trauma/abuse - read at your own risk.All Rights Reserved
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