Now that the Kickstarter campaign to raise funds to publish Small Things is over, the real […]
My father looked like he might hit her. Instead, he took a deep breath and balled his hands into fists, squeezing so hard that his knuckles turned white. He slowly counted to ten, nodding his head. “Okay, but just this once. If it happens again, Georgie, you’ll get double the swats. Is that understood?”
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