The photograph made entire novels flit through her head in seconds. It also recaptured the essence of memories she shouldn't have. The fire inside of her burned in hatred for this measly little faded photograph. Why had he kept it?
The abundance of words and array of pictures that are located on this blog, are possessions of Heather Marie, unless she tells you that they are not, in which case you must not believe that they are hers.
I am so curious as to what the story is behind this. I like the mystery, though. This reminds me vaguely of the book The Mysterious Benedict Society.
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