Sweet Nothings.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Contagion.
His auto was filled with cartons of fresh bloody meat from the butcher’s. As the signal turned green, a little girl peeped on from the car that passed by. That night, for the first time, that little girl took the knife in her hands.
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