pulled toward him, stand arms sides head chest. Broken, feared even sl — Jodi LaPalm, Still Life: a novella

Jodi LaPalm Still Life: a novella

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He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.

Jodi LaPalm, Still Life: a novella

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