Hannah was on the floor, feet closest to the fire. Grace was beside me, appearing to be one with the couch. Megan was by the windows, knees curled up tight. Billy was sitting at the table. “Grace, what do you think of these?” she holds up an image on her phone. “Snow boots are ugly. … Continue reading Now and Then
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