GLASS OF PRECIOUS

GLASS OF PRECIOUS

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A little boy stood amidst a sunlit field, laughter spilling from his lips as he ran toward an older man with open arms. The warmth in the man's smile was rare, almost otherworldly, his deep voice calling the boy's name with a tenderness that sent a shiver through his small frame. There was something comforting in that presence, something he longed for but had never truly possessed. The moment their hands met, the boy woke up
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Companion book to The Boy at My Window She got up and opened the window. "What are you doing here?" she asked sounding kind of nervous. "I need somewhere to stay and your house is the closest." I saw her eyes wander to the bruise forming on my cheek. "Don't you have a friends house you could go to?" she asked me. Honestly I had two friends and they lived across town. I wouldn't be able to get there without my dad finding me. "That's the first place he'd look." I told her seriously. She bit her lip nervously. "Come on, Shaina. It's only one night." I coaxed her. Finally, she nodded and stepped away from the window. *This story contains scenes of bullying, self-harm, drugs and abuse with some mature language.

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