After the service I gathered myself and walked up to Luke. I asked how he was doing, and he was good. He had a sweet smile on his face as we talked and exited the church. Our conversation continued all the way to my doorstep, where he told me to have a wonderful day and shook my hand goodbye. I swear I must've shivered when his skin touched mine.
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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...
