The Juvenile Psych Ward, where we are right now, is not a “Psych Ward.” It’s a “Child Development Unit.”
Calling it a Psych Ward is like admitting the thing on your foot really is a toe fungus. It’s gross; you’d rather not look at it; and in certain situations it’s downright embarrassing
The tooth Shelley wore around her neck belonged to her stepbrother, Archer. It shifted around in a glass orb affixed to a silver chain that swung across her heart as she ran after the bus.
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