Buns and Barbs
It's never too late to pretend it never happened. Lie. It's prettier than the truth.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Clenched fists
Hands that had been clenched in fists in defiance of death and the rage it brought were now open. It was indicative of the nature of her heart.
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