http://slow.writerscafe.org/XxEmoTaliaxX The original writings of author XxEmoWriterxX en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032546 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Chapter 8Nah, I’m only kidding. He grounds me like any normalparent does. Whatever I was being stupid for he takes it away. Like he wouldtake my stereo if the music was up too loud, the book I was reading if thetitle sounded strange or inappropriate. My father never made me stay .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XxEmoTaliaxX/796414/ Chapter 7Sammie came back upstairs and called Jess and I fordinner. I walked behind Jess down the stairs. At the dinner table I sat betweenSammie and Johnny, my brother. I held Sammie's hand and let my other hand sit limplyon my leg. I saw Jess "accidentally" drop her for on the ground.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XxEmoTaliaxX/796412/ Chapter 6I looked at Sammie. I couldn’t have put Sammie’s name inthat heart. But I did and I have no idea why. I didn’t like him like that. 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