Forget the stories we made up about the scars. We never had wings. We were born joined at the back, destined only to weigh each other down.
R. Gatwood is concise.
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by R. Gatwood
by R. Gatwood
Forget the stories we made up about the scars. We never had wings. We were born joined at the back, destined only to weigh each other down.
R. Gatwood is concise.