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Coach Paul by Anne Chaika
Sitting on the cold hard benches of the sanctuary with snot and hot tears running down your face is not a fun experience especially after a beautiful but very sad funeral service. Read more
The Damage Left Behind by Shiann Roark
The vice that had been crushing my chest and twisting my stomach in knots seemed to loosen to a gentle caress. I could breathe again. My concerns settled back to how well I did on this test, if that boy liked me, and what I was doing next weekend. Life felt simple and light, the way it should be for a kid.