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Daydreamer
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jun 08, 2016
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"She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world; she always seemed to be separated from other children her age. They couldn't understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking outside of the box, breaking rules, and only following what her heart told her was right." 
― Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow
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You Know I'm No Good

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Sequel to Love Is A Losing Game I could accelerate time so hours pass in minutes. I could slow time down, the world around me coming to a near halt at the blink of an eye. But I did not have the ability to go back in time and mend my mistakes. No, that is something that I had to face like everyone else. With sudden, lingering pangs of regret when I was reminded of what I'd done. With longing glances to the woman I knew needed space when I wanted nothing more than to be close to her. With stinging indents formed on my tongue from holding back everything I wanted to say. That's what everyone did, right? Wait until it's the right time to apologize, to explain my side of the story in the hope that she would understand at the very worst, forgive at the best. But even to someone who had all of the time in the world, it never felt like the right time. And, no matter how many times I imagined the conversation in my head, nothing I came up with sounded like the right thing to say.