Replaced
(short story)
© osello
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I stare at him, my leg bouncing with stress. My hands are clenched together tightly, causing my fingers to burn but I almost don't notice the pain.
He sits with his arm around her, whispering little secrets into her ear. She giggles...
© osello
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I stare at him, my leg bouncing with stress. My hands are clenched together tightly, causing my fingers to burn but I almost don't notice the pain.
He sits with his arm around her, whispering little secrets into her ear. She giggles...