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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020
Submitted to Contest #58
I wasn't thinking of anything except his voice; not even the words, or his eyes, or the trembling, soft, girly hand holding a grey box (yuck, why'd he have to be so boring about it?) His voice didn't match the one I'd always heard in my head, the fantasy man asking me to marry him. Troy had the wrong voice. Which wasn't his fault. Troy was born with the voice he was given, even his mother wasn't to blame, unless she had poured hot oil down his throat as a boy, permanently scarring his vocal chords. Or was there such a thing as vocal plasti...
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