Tag: Goldilocks
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She’d always hated when days held nothing remarkable. Nothing of note, nothing to celebrate or grieve. There was often, simply, nothing for Goldilocks. She felt empty, unquenchably thirsty for something that she couldn’t place. Her mother had gotten sick of her attitude. Her father was quiet but loving. Her grandparents were long gone and her…
Sophie Lynne Creations 