Karlie owned a piece of me, I wasn’t sure what piece it was, because I knew I didn’t have a heart to give away, but it was something important. She had seared herself into me.
Hi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask me how many, I don’t remember at this point.
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