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Mama reads those words, looks at me with worried eyes. Shakes her head and says real soft, what’s wrong with you child. Why you always so quiet? What did I do wrong with you? Paints me in guilt. For being me.
Linda Caroll
Roman Newell
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Sigh.
Busy working on my novel, 20xx. I also talk about the writing journey on Substack. romannewell.substack.com.
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