Untitled(It was another droll overcast Portland day)

It was another droll overcast Portland day. I told her to stop drinking or she would die, the young woman said. She’s never been to a day job.She hates herself. She’s jealous. She doesn’t leave the house. The young man rolled up his sleeve. He was terribly handsome. He voice was phlegmatic and nasal. His ... Continue Reading



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