i met her parents today. we had dinner together. her mom made lasagna. they liked me. or at least they seemed like they did. i hope they did. i really liked her and i wanted them to like me. god, what if they hated me. she keeps telling me not to worry, that they loved me. but she's my girlfriend, she's supposed to say things like that.
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the life of no one in particular
Teen Fictionthe life of no one in particular is a short story that I'm currently working on. None of the characters are ever referred to by name, they are only distinguished by stylistic devices. Each section (some are short, others are long) is told by the sam...
