The same story written by two different people June hated cold days, and today was especially cold. June didn’t want to wake up, her skin felt tight and fragile. The…
The same story written by two different people It was a cold day. June hated cold days, her skin would prickle up, the tips of her fingers would be hard…
You may cut me with your eyes, I’ll still wear a tie. You may cut me with your tongues And I’ll still ignore your words. You may hate me with all your heart I’ll…
