He walked a tightrope five stories up just to hold my hand….
Gaze: I moved into the building next to Pixie when I was 11. She blew bubbles through my window. I shot my Nerf gun through hers. We both had secrets, but one of us was fated to get hurt. I wanted it to be me.
…She walked a tightrope five stories up just to save my life.
Pixie: When I was afraid of the dark, he would shine a light in my window. We shared our popsicles, and I taught him how to get a good swing on the playground. I never imagined I’d have to decide who got to live and who didn’t. I chose him, and he could never know.
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Debra Anastasia
Debra creates pretend people in her head and paints them on the giant, beautiful canvas of your imagination. She has a Bachelor of Science degree in political science and writes new adult angst and romantic comedies. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two amazing children.
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