Friday, April 26, 2013

SLPT3


Not bothering to reply, she cracked the door open enough to slide the old rotary through, then gently slid it closed again and refastened the lock. She crawled up onto her bed and buried her face in the pillow. The Air Force was her best option. How could she even think of turning them down? There was no money left for school. There was no job for earning more money. All she had was a prison cell of a bedroom in her step-father’s house. Even her mother had abandoned her, for him.

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