“She’s a witch.”
“Is not.”
“Is too – and I’ll prove it to you.”
“Well hurry up. I’m soaked.”
Sean and Milo stood at the entrance of the shuttered drug store, the only place on the street sheltered from the pounding rain. The runoff was pooling against Milo’s shoes. Read the rest of this entry »
We were born when I was nine. Or is it that I was born when we were nine? It doesn’t really matter; I picked it up and there we both were.
Mind you, I am not crazy. Neither is she. But my mother used to read to me when I was young, and told me how the characters only lived for as long as I would listen. Read the rest of this entry »
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