I keep imagining the snow swirling in tighter and tighter circles, like a prowling wolf. It's almost easier to think that way. After all, there is no violence in the cold.
It seems
It— it
I thought I could do this.
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Minnesota Goodbyes
UngdomsfiksjonM., a college sophomore, is haunted by the events of a year ago that ended another girl's life. In an attempt to clear her conscience, she writes her confession down in a battered notebook addressed to a stranger. This search for redemption is far m...
