December 2011
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Some Sort Of Home
“This place blows” she said under a busy midnight overpass, feeding energy to two tired teens.
“I can’t wait until I flee from here, I’m never coming back past the day I turn eighteen”
His reply was met with a kiss and she held his hand tight to fight and ignite their retort’s hiss.
Their location elect and yet, the above noise excessive and...