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He screamed orders, a dishonorably discharged god, rewiring my nervous system. Do this. Don’t do that. March, salute, obey. A picture-perfect love, red, white, and blue deception. Inside, I bled. Holding my insides, terrified to tell the world— you were the bullet, the war, the wound that never healed.
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L.K. Rolan
L.K studied Literature in college. She lives with her handsome, bearded boyfriend Tom and their two cats.
They all enjoy cups of Earl Grey tea together, while working on new stories and planning adventures for the years ahead.
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