I like to write sometimes.
Tilly and I sat at the table in silence after the first quake rattled the apartment building. Looking over at the window, it's almost as if the rain that had been pitter-pattering on the pane had paused just by a push of a God-like button.
By Ashley Goin3 years ago in Fiction
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