I'm still a bit groggy from falling asleep but I do remember where I am, and why I am here. I do not know why the pastor's nephew is seated a few feet beside me, is the thing. Slowly, my face turns towards his, and I decide that if he is not going to make conversation then maybe I should. My mama always told me that if you want to talk to someone, then you should just do it and stop wasting precious time. I talked to her often.
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The Word of Luke
Teen Fiction"And as I lay there in my room, crickets chirping and the moon glowing, I began to think that maybe he was one of those beautiful things my mama told me about. Those beautiful things that we often forget exist but need to appreciate more." (unedited...
