I visited mom today. I bought her a mixture of red and pink roses, lavender, and daffodils. She loved daffodils a lot. I didn't tell dad where I went. Maybe I should have, but sometimes I feel like he doesn't want to know about these types of things, or at least he doesn't want me to bring it up.
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Diary Of Us
Short StoryA girl's diary in which she writes about a short-lived connection with a boy. *COMPLETED STORY*
