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47 pages, ebook
First published May 17, 2012
He's called me Jackie since forever. As much as I protest I hate it, I don't and he knows. I probably tell him five times a day to stop calling me that, but if he ever did I think I'd shrivel up and die.

"I clutch at the ache, wanting to tear it out, wanting to rid my shattered heart from my chest and fling it from me. My wet shirt plasters itself to my skin and I half-expect to see the russet bloom of blood soaking through as I look down. How can pain this intense not show a wound?"
"I live in fear of going grey...because I know when I do I'll look like a fucking badger..."