Fiction | October 31, 2017
Book of the Generations
Kelli Jo Ford
It wasn’t fair that she was so angry over it all when every little thought she had was one that probably required forgiveness. She was just a girl, and she told God so. She didn’t know what happened next—what she should do—so she kept talking. Sometimes she yelled.
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