Four years to the day that I left Iowa. Four years since I've seen most of my "friends". Four years since I've really been happy. But it's also four years since I've been beaten up. But I have a plan for that. Karah is moving back to Ames, Iowa after living four years in Missouri. She feels that she left part of her...
Is there some point after all friends have gone, where all hope is lost, when there is absolutely no love in this world and you feel like giving up, but you don’t; not because there is something to live for, but simply because there once was? If there was such a point in time I think I would be there now. Maria lives...