My writing
My writing, I suppose.
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Agreements signed in tearstained ink and broken hands
Together, they remained watching the setting sun, steaming cups of black tea between them. Misery makes strange bedfellows, as they would say.
Together, they remained watching the setting sun, steaming cups of black tea between them. Misery makes strange bedfellows, as they would say.
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