Kyle looked panicked, trying to remember the words that would make me act like a girl again. I felt hot, oily tears squeezing out of the red corners of my eyes.
Shoesonfeet! I barked at myself. I tried again.
“My! What lovely weather—”
- Karen Russell from “St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves”
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Why Hello There!
You may have taken a wrong turn and accidentally stumbled in here on your way to Facebook, Reddit, YouTube, or some other popular site, and are now frantically looking around for an exit. What you need to do is go back about a block or so and then make a left onto the main road.
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If, however, you ended up here intentionally, then make yourself at home! Slip off your shoes, find a comfortable seat, and scrounge around the place for something to read.
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The cats are merely shadows, but they're still friendly.
Currently Reading:
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- The Black Maybe by Attila Veres
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- A Different Darkness by Luigi
Musolino
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- Witchcraft for Wayward Girls by Grady
Hendrix
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- Unpleasant Tales by Brendan Connell
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Recently Finished:​​
- The Hotel by Daisy Johnson
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- Fuckface by Leah Hampton
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- The Room by Jonas Karlsson
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- The Inconsolables by Michael Wehunt
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