http://slow.writerscafe.org/viidoll The original writings of author violet michelle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032541 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So let the tears fall from my face, and stain this empty page.Show these scars I can't erase,my mere memory's a disgrace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viidoll/757709/ It's just another normal,boring day at school, I'm sitting in the staff stairwell with Winnyand counting down the days til Bella's C-section. He's using woodenchopsticks to eat his noodles, and I'm munching quietly on a bag ofdoritos. We're happy on our own, we fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/viidoll/752411/ Noah Potter. I slam the book shut, andwipe the sweat off my forehead. I stumble downstairs to the kitchen,and pull out the phone book. I rifle through each and every pageuntil I find his name. 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