Excerpt from "No One Wins Here"

You know it's cold when your tears fall and you can hear them shatter on the concrete roof. You know it's cold when the wind whips by and you hold your sweater closer to stop the chill. 

You know it's cold when it stares at you with pure, unadulterated hatred.

Lights-camera-action

VT

14 years old

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