When I got home, I curled up in the bay window.
It was something I had done as a child with my dogs. Now it was just me, my book, and a spiked hot chocolate.
I thought about writing. This is prime poetry content.
But when I pulled out my beat up old journal, nothing's going from my brain to the paper.
"Isn't it a little early to break out the rumple minze?" My roommate laughed as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"I slept with Colton last night."
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book smart // c. parayko
FanfictionEnglish major meets hockey player. Finished 2017.