I am accustomed to sheriff’s deputies, Jehovah’s witnesses and This caller is different: — Do you mind if I have a look around? My happiest days were in this I let her in. Her voice echoes off bare walls. There is nothing but |
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No. 66 West by Guy Yasko
Filed under Guy Yasko
An interesting intersection of the lives of two strangers.
Thanks for the read & feedback, ganymeder.
“… apartment, me and her.”
and then what?
you left it hanging in a most compelling way.
Like this a lot!
Thank you, Susan T.
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