Maggie Turner
Joined June 2021
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It’s Go Time, Daisy
“How am I supposed to cry myself to sleep if you’re going to sit there judging me?” I shuffled in my sleeping bag and gave Marnie a stern, unappreciative look. Her judgmental eyes stared back at me. They weren’t really eyes, they were x’s I drew on her fabric head when the second of her sewn-on eyes had fallen off.
By Maggie Turner3 years ago in Fiction