Anca M.

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One sob after another tore at his chest, but Clyde refused to wail. That wasn’t the sort of thing a proper man would do, he knew that much; and even here, in the blankness and solitude of the prairie, he was determined to be the right sort of man.
Anca M.
A boy becoming a man
One for the Blackbird, One for the Crow
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