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The wind stung my face as we sat down on the topmost bench of the bleachers. The baseball field laid out in front of us was barren and black with night. It was beginning to flurry and Trevor grabbed the sleeve of my jacket, dragging me closer to him. "Why are you so far away, Ginger Snap?” he asked and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders once our sides were touching. He rubbed on my arms like he was going to magically warm all of me up with a cheap arm rub and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. “What are we doing here? It’s freezing.” ...
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**Contains mental health theme and mentions murder, blood, hints to violence. No graphic content.** Monica takes note of the bags under Mica’s eyes as soon as Mica is seated across from her. She observes the way Mica doesn’t look up to her from the floor. The way her slender fingers are pulled into the sleeves of her sweatshirt and her long, black hair tucked behind her ears. She looks smaller than usual, today. More childlike. Like a strong wind might blow her away. “How has your week been?” Mica looks up, finally, smiling at her, and ...
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