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Petite They called her little. She used to cross her arms and her legs to make herself even smaller. November 14, 2020November 13, 2020
ghost I’ll reemerge in fits and starts, convey the message of my heart, and disappear again just like a ghost. November 7, 2020November 7, 2020
