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Lilly Gonzalez
2000+ years old
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Lilly Gonzalez
2000+ years old
2000+ years old
2000+ years old
“Hey, you know how my parents have a Post box?”
Shannon, my best friend sat in front of me idly picking at her fingers.
“Hm.” I spared her a glance, relinquishing the death grip that a video of a dog singing to ‘Abba’ held on my eyes.
“Annika I need you to actually listen dude,” the girl had died her hair blue last fall, and a few faded strands fell to the table as she ran her fingers through ...