Kierstin Mascaro

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He grabs my hand and holds my finger against his lips. His eyes darken, thick lashes narrowing. “Al,” he whispers. “Butterfly!” Dad’s shout carries through the open window. I jump, and Jeb boomerangs to his side of the car.
Kierstin Mascaro
Goddamn it dad wtf
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