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The wind nearly blows you over, but through strength of will you manage to stay standing.
Your sister Sadie laughs as you wobble to catch your balance so you roll your eyes at her. At least, you think she's laughing. That wind is so loud you can barely hear yourself think and she has a scarf covering her mouth and nose so you can't exactly see if she is either.
Your sister Sadie laughs as you wobble to catch your balance so you roll your eyes at her. At least, you think she's laughing. That wind is so loud you can barely hear yourself think and she has a scarf covering her mouth and nose so you can't exactly see if she is either.
Someone has to leave first.
"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story. How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?" ~ Richard Siken
"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story. How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?" ~ Richard Siken
"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story. How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?" ~ Richard Siken
