Her Fear Is Mine
The bird was still in the apron pocket, cool and rough in my hand.
I made it for a kid in my class who never came back for it. It had a chipped wing.
I put it in the drawer under my socks, where nobody looks.
End of Chapter 5
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveThe bird was still in the apron pocket, cool and rough in my hand.
I made it for a kid in my class who never came back for it. It had a chipped wing.
I put it in the drawer under my socks, where nobody looks.
End of Chapter 5
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