Even as she walks through the door she can feel the eyes of the dark figure in the corner.
Solange nicoleTag: helen carmen my-beloved-tourniquet
She deftly snatches her mace and holds it in her purse for cover. She’s totally not about to be taken in by some pale silver eyed maniac.
Solange nicoleTag: helen carmen my-beloved-tourniquet
Lena always described how she dreaded and mourned things before they even happened. Carmen was beginning to suspect that she was permitting herself to mourn this long separation only now that it was over.
Ann BrasharesTag: separation carmen lena mourned
Carmen will always be free.
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