His Bond Was a Cage
I got back at three forty and went straight down to the cellar.
The copy went into the bag behind the pickle jars, under my mother's wool socks.
Two papers now. The one I gave them, and the one I keep.
End of Chapter 4
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveI got back at three forty and went straight down to the cellar.
The copy went into the bag behind the pickle jars, under my mother's wool socks.
Two papers now. The one I gave them, and the one I keep.
End of Chapter 4
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