Under Her Bed

It's like when I first noticed boys. One boy, in particular: my neighbor Tony. The oldest in a family of five children, he was beautiful. I was seven years old, and he was three years¬†older.¬†Naturally, I couldn't say a single word to him, at any point in time. Weeks after I first noticed him, he... Continue Reading →

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