Cheryl opened her mouth slightly, but no words came out. Her mind spun in a confused collage of images, memories, and bright emotions before settling on angry words.
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“What is wrong with you?” Gracie demanded in a deep, guttural voice. “You’re getting dirt all over the house. You’re definitely your father’s daughter, dumber than a a box of rocks!” Continue reading August 2, 2017 – Untitled Pt 5