hardtothecorey
I could feel his shoulder pushing against the small of my back as I dug my toes into the dirt. "Don't you dare!" I giggled but Thomas was relentless as he continued to shove me on the swing he whispered, "I'll catch you darling."
Grey, grey grey. pinstriped like jail uniforms in our prison cubicles that small like printer paper and stale coffee.
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