Down The Road And Back Again
I’m 12 or maybe 14: The screen door slams behind me a second before there is the sound of something shattering inside the house. I run at full speed out of the back door nearly tripping on the wooden steps, so much of me wishing, even then, that I could grow wings and lift off the ground and fly as far away as I could. I
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Thank you for sharing it with us.
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Thank you for reading! I'm glad I captured how special our friendship is
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I'm also glad our story has turned out to be such a happy one! Thank you for reading!
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Yep.This pretty much got me hooked. It felt spooky in the right dose. Worked for me. Glad to know she's real, or is she?
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She is indeed and I am so flattered by this comment, thank you!
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Yes, this is based on a very dear friend and I even asked for her approval before posting, thank you for reading!
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