Cora - Monday, October 31, 2016
Being in Julie’s bed was weird. So was being this tired in the middle of the bright day. Cora tried to enjoy the comfort of it and push past the sickening slipping-backward sensation. The view was still phenomenal with three ginormous windows framing majestic pines and the radiant blue sky. This forced admission to the treasured tree house was all sorts of wrong, like being plunked on the tricycle you had coveted as a kindergartener when you’re 16 and ready for a car.
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