Heart Graffiti

When she was fifteen, a boy in her class kissed her. He had brown hair. They snuck around the bottom of the sports fields and kissed. The boy smelt like the cafeteria pie that he had eaten earlier, but she did not mind. It was naughty, and she liked it.[…]

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Windows

Across the street lay a house. In that house was a window. In that window was a girl. And that girl spent long hours looking out at the world from her window. On the other side of the street was another house. It also had a window. In that window[…]

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