theresa goodwin

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“You’re not really here,” I whisper. “Yes, I am.” I shake my head. “Please stop crying, Jilly Beans,” he says hoarsely. “Can’t.” “How am I going to take you to homecoming if you don’t stop?” “You can’t take me because I’m imagining you.”
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