Lonely Hearts The faded picture on the wall always intrigued him. He passed it every day, and had to stop for a moment and wonder. Why was the picture tucked away in the corner of the library, why did she look so sad, and who was she? The look on her face mirrored his ownContinue reading “A Fortnight of Lust: Day 9”
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