How the Bark is Worse

The man was waiting for her when she came home, waiting in the dark as she snuck back through the window from which she left, slid it closed again, and threw her hair back, wet from rain. If there were tears he couldn’t tell. He flipped the light switch by the tableand she became somehow […]
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Published on March 25, 2015 14:18
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