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I tapped my foot on the mildewed, old porch, my thigh-high orange vinyl boots making a soft thudding noise. Michael glared at me.
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Everyone else seemed to know what was coming. But nothing could have prepared me for the picture of beauty and sex that awaited me just outside those doors. A curly
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by Fayth 800 words, 7 comments, on Dec 17 8:58 AM 2004. In <200 lines, Depression, Inspirational, Young adult
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They named her Ilia Rain Dancing Flower Sugarbaum. But “they” were not anyone’s definition of conventional. The Sugarbaums were a full-blooded Cherokee and the worl
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