Penny lay stretched out on her belly on my bed, propped up on her elbows with her feet crossed at the ankle. Her feet swayed back and forth as she perused my father’s CD collection for the hundredth time. She studied the inserts that came with the CD's while I studied her instead of... Continue Reading →
I'm about 80% through my first draft and giving it a big push before I start a new job. "And then I kissed Penny James like it was the most natural thing in the world, and not like I'd rehearsed it in my mind for months or years."
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