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- Prologue at storywrite
The day I realized I was “different” was perhaps one of the most difficult of my entire life. My mother and I had been walking to the grocery store, the old, dingy, dumpy one that used to sit on the corner of High Street and - Prologue at storywrite
1 / The day I realized I was “different” was perhaps one of the most difficult of my entire life. My mother and I had been walking to the grocery store, the old, dingy, dumpy one that used to si - Awakenings at storywrite
11 / Perhaps if the soft rustling of the white cloth curtains would’ve awoken her their star-crossed encounter would never have taken place. The mysterious raven-haired maiden crept from windows
