by Hayley Stevens
She twirls before the mirror, skirts flying out, face illuminated by a smile he hasn't seen in years.
"Who are you today?" he asks, not daring to hope.
She spins to a stop. "Me," she says, eyes wide in innocence, honesty. "Just me."
He has no way of knowing that it's another of her lies.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Another Day of This
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