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Last words
“Are you at least going to let me see my grandchildren?” Jean’s voice teetered on the edge of hysteria. What did she want? Maybe for Lacey to lay down and die? She stared at her moth… more »
Perilous Velocity
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gestaltreview wrote 4 months ago: Summer’s dying - it’s late August, early September. You’re standing by a woodpile … more »
Last words
pennyforyou wrote 4 months ago: “Are you at least going to let me see my grandchildren?” Jean’s voice teetered on … more »
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