Slowly, she slips her sweatshirt back on over her head and pulls her sweatpants up her legs.
Author
Erica McDonald
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If you must go, would you tuck me in and kiss me goodnight?
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My body shakes with grief as I stumble through the doorway of my cold and lonely home.
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I took down my walls for you…
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She sat at the edge of the bed.