For Your Word Cravings; Short Story: The Young Bride
It was a wet morning. As I made a dash for dry cover, I noticed a little girl selling roses. It was unusual for an urchin to be spotted so close to the international...
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It was a wet morning. As I made a dash for dry cover, I noticed a little girl selling roses. It was unusual for an urchin to be spotted so close to the international...
