
Boy With a Backpack
The boy with a backpack was ten years old, give or take a year. He had bright, intelligent eyes and a cocky assurance about him.
The boy with a backpack was ten years old, give or take a year. He had bright, intelligent eyes and a cocky assurance about him.
“Come on Anuj! Come on, buck up! Faster, faster, FASTER!” The woman leaning over the railings yelled hoarsely in a passion of parenting frenzy! The venue was
I remember how cold it was that night. I had taken them out for dinner; she and her mother. I’d just landed my dream job
Somali was excited. Her mother’s birthday was barely three days away. Somali had decided that this birthday she would buy a gift for her mother.
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