Daily Archives: September 16, 2014
whatever ragged scars would be left
It wasn’t the worst moment to come, the night he had to curl up, drugged, beaten, bloody, bearing a strangely youthful wonder for her, as though the past decade hadn’t happened. He was irritated with her, only barely lucid, and … Continue reading
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