Cole pounces on my shoulders, sending me backwards, and I chuckle, taking him in my arms, "I would play with you but I don't wanna hurt Eli," I sigh, "Sorry."
He rolls his eyes before burying his head underneath me, huffing. I look at Mark, mouthing, This dog is strange.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken
