Too old for Mischief Night, too young to be Queen of the Harvest, no longer a child but not yet a woman. Brighid felt defined by what she wasn’t, instead of what she was.
Nat placed a box labeled “general kitchen” in front of the thing that Jess really hoped was not a laser.
Dear Santa, I wanted to say thank you for the mountain bike. It’s been very useful, even if it wasn’t what I asked for.
Too old for Mischief Night, too young to be Queen of the Harvest, no longer a child but not yet a woman. Brighid felt defined by what she wasn’t, instead of what she was.
Nat placed a box labeled “general kitchen” in front of the thing that Jess really hoped was not a laser.
Dear Santa, I wanted to say thank you for the mountain bike. It’s been very useful, even if it wasn’t what I asked for.
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