pity and professional indifference before retreating to their posts. The party
, ruining the white linen tablecloths and soaking the expensive floral arrangements. I sto
aced by a silent countdown timer i
ow opened in my mind
tly dabbing his forehead. Her movements were tender, her expression filled with a soft concern I had never
ngers careful and precise. I remembered asking her for an orange once when I had the f
ked away. 1:45:12
sounds, the feelings of the last five years-her laugh, her cruelty, the scent o
uddy ground rushing up to mee
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