Saturday, January 9

"Even normal conversation must have been loud since everybody was, by our standards, tipsy." -The City of London

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"What are you, some type of artist or something?"

"Photographer." He turns his back to me,

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Writer, Willow, meets a mysteriously observant boy with a, somewhat dry- somewhat wet, sense of humor. They begin to fall into something more than just a friendship, but what will Willow do when she discovers the boy has a sickening secret that could put her life at risk? She must choose, to lie with Pierce... or to lay without him.