July 2011
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The Preachers Kid (XXX) Short Story written By...
TEASER!!!
Sometimes I stair at the back of his head. Wondering If he will turn around and love me in the way I would despise. I tap on my desk with my pencil, or pen and dream about this life with him. They laugh at me when the teacher calls my name and I don’t answer, lost in the kink of his hair, it makes me want to comb it. His shoulders make me want to hold him, sleep next to him with nothing...
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