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Jeffrey looked anxiously behind him. Scott wasn't there! "Scott! " he whispered fiercely in the dark. No answer. Trying to keep his pulse and his steps steady, Jeffrey strode purposefully across the garden and eased himself through the gate. He... Continue Reading →
As I sit by the river bank of pain I put all my sorrows in the bags under my eyes I’ll unpack when I get home ©Vivian Zems Real Toads