Monique Writes
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No gracias. Monica politely looked the street vendor in the eye to kindly beckon him away. She was a little suprised as the city park by the water was not an apparent tourist spot. Not but 24 hours before she had been sitting in her New York City apartment with the sole minded purpose of fleeing. It had happened again. Everything came crashing down. Her life. It started cracking. At first little by little and then there was a big hammer. Her usual routine was this - escape before all the shattered pieces fell to the ground.
By Monique Writes3 years ago in Humans