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Pom-poms and poofy hair

by Pen, ink and paper
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I never thought this would happen; never imagined even for an iota of a second that someone would see through me. How could they? I wasn't even aware of anything li...
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She sits

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She sits, and she is alone. Every now and again she looks up as if she is waiting for someone to come and sit next to her, a friend perhaps. If they are running late she shows no signs of losing pat...
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Every day the same

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The wooden stairs creak wearily under her heavy feet as she trudges slowly up onto the dust covered porch and pulls hard on the screen door. It gets stuck sometimes and she has to prop her thick-sole...
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