L. Clare

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

In my dream last night, I watched a little girl, not older than 8 years old, as she told her teacher that she didn't love the boy down the street; that she never really had.

Afterwards, she went home and cried
because she had promised her mother she would never tell a lie.
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