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Ongoing, First published Feb 27, 2015
"Go ten thousand miles an hour or not at all." I was fourteen years old when I feel in love with a lightning bolt. Fifteen when we became best friends, and sixteen when I kissed her. I am eighteen years old when I miss her terribly. Her name was Emory, but three syllables were much too long for her liking. She told everyone to call her Em. I called her Emma; she dealt with it.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- nebula: oneTue, Jun 16, 2015
- nebula: twoWed, Jul 1, 2015
- nebula: threeThu, Jul 2, 2015
- nebula: fourSat, Jul 4, 2015
- nebula: fiveMon, Jul 6, 2015
- nebula: sixThu, Jul 9, 2015
- nebula: sevenFri, Jul 10, 2015
- red giant: oneSun, Jul 12, 2015
- red giant: twoTue, Jul 14, 2015
- red giant: threeFri, Jul 17, 2015
- red giant: fourSun, Jul 26, 2015
- red giant: fiveTue, Aug 18, 2015
- red giant: sixTue, Oct 20, 2015
- red giant: sevenMon, May 23, 2016
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