D: I still think we should skip ahead. A: . . . D: It’s just, I didn’t mean— A: I know you didn’t mean to leave them there, all by themselves, with no one to turn to. . . poor orphans, at the cusp of adulthood, chasing a phantom. D: You can stop at anyContinue reading “First Fridays: Chapter Four”
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