True Colors
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Excerpt from Chapter One
A hand is laid on my shoulder. He rarely touches me, and for the few brief seconds that he does, I want to bury my face in his chest and ask him to rock me. Silly. Fifteen and needing to be comforted.
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