The Valedictorian of Cotton Creek
The Valedictorian of Cotton Creek The heat in Cotton Creek is not weather. It is a character. It sits in every room, presses against every window, makes you breathe through your mouth and taste the dust and think about things you would rather not think about because thinking requires air and the air here is too thick for clear thought. I am Daisy May Fontenot, and I am seventeen years old, and...
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