Bailey Kuskoski

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Alice looks at Lottie, then, resentment flaring through her, but Lottie just stares back, with those backlit brown eyes, and a look that says it’s her fault for believing, a look that says she should have known better. And maybe Alice did. Maybe she always knew, deep down, it was a lie. That some roads will always be one-way. But Lottie lied.
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
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