Four people. Two very different encounters... She places the tabloid on the counter. No eye contact...
Author: cloudcocoa
Bonnie
She runs. Past classmates with book bags, who call her smelly...
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A poem about remembering hope in the bleakness. Love came down at Christmas, To wipe away bitter tears...
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cloud cocoa 