"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

<p>Stepping out of the high class, suburb home with the fancy French windows and the shiny four-wheeler on the driveway, it seemed darker than I remembered. Terrorized by thick coils of mist that tried to blot out the angry black clouds that glowered down at the world below, I was so fucking done with winter.</p>

<p>Fuck, at this moment in time, I was so fucking done with life. It was little past noon and the streets seemed like a fucking ghost town. The wind swept through the gardens, shaking dying bushes and rattling dustbin lids, but there wasn't another soul in sight.</p>

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