The One He Had Forgotten — Part Ten
Jason flicked his cigarette off into the dark, distant grass. The lawns had not yet been watered, so the butt smoldered. Smoke, pulled by the
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Jason flicked his cigarette off into the dark, distant grass. The lawns had not yet been watered, so the butt smoldered. Smoke, pulled by the
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole — A