Jessalyn shrugged her sweater from her shoulders and grabbed an apron from the rack. Tying it deftly around her waist, she glanced at the mirror propped against the wall in the lunch room. Sagging eyes, a lined forehead, and a drooping mouth stared back at her. Did she really look so horrible today? She stretchedContinue reading “Just A Yellow Flower”
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