Cozey Serial
“Dahlia,” Temmy says carefully. “Do you think a fourteen-year-old should be wearing browns and grays all the time?”
Cozey Serial
I look up, up, up, where the white stone meets the blue sky. Hashem, I think, please let it all be easier. High school, classes, teachers
Cozey Serial
We don’t need each other anymore, and without that, the friendship doesn’t hold much weight
Cozey Serial
Why does it feel so good to get things down in writing? And how have I not known about this sooner?
Cozey Serial
Of course, I’d never admit this to anyone. I sound like a crazy person, or at least very unteenagery
Cozey Serial
“I hear what you’re saying,” I say and suddenly it’s desperately important that Debbi believes me
