http://slow.writerscafe.org/AndreaGrey The original writings of author Andrea Grey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015396 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I couldn't move, mostlybecause I was frozen like a popsicle on this bench and also because Iwas too sad to move. When John wanted to make an exit he sure didknow, how that's for sure. I felt alone nowwith out him, and I truly was. He was my only friend here. We bothgrew up in small .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreaGrey/1221782/  John and I walked insilence out of my apartment. He didn't look at me, he didn't talk tome, didn't dare to breathe in my direction. I couldn't understand whymy words had affected him so. He was gay after all, I thought thatwas the whole idea that he wanted to be a miss and not a miste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreaGrey/1221619/   The cold morning airsent goose bumps across my skin, I in turn cuddled deeper into myblankets refusing to get up, refusing to face today. Choosing insteadto stay safe in the cocoon of my bed where I was safe from the world.I guess you could say it was one of those days. One of those d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreaGrey/1221281/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AndreaGrey/1221279/