"He held her Love in the palm of his hand, fascinated by its fluttering beauty. He cradled it gently and carried it carefully wherever he ventured, never letting it out of his sight. When it died he mourned it sincerely never realizing that he had starved it of affection and smothered it with jealousy."
--Anonymous
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Story by Meaghyn McDonald
Goodbye
The only thing stopping Prue, is time. and the question: When?
With her father deployed and her mother gone...
