And as I closed the door, the only person I hated was myself.
It’s the pushing people away, never do that, it hurts more
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footing, fall forward and my much-anticipated Pepsi becomes a sacrificial lamb. Brown fluid drips down the shirts of both boys, because I’m just talented that way. “Oh, my gosh.” Hand to my mouth, fake wide eyes. “I’m so so
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could always tell when I needed to laugh after a night spent listening to my parents fighting.
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fall was the word most often coupled with love, falling in and falling out of. How was that even possible?
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His mom had hit him…a lot. I didn’t care how old he was; that wasn’t okay.
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We pretended and ignored the little and not-so-little reminders of her that we inevitably encountered every day.
Jordan Brewerцитирует5 месяцев назад
met his eyes dead-on when he opened the door. “What did Mom want?”