FURIOUS HORSES
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
WE DO WHAT WE CAN
She had him up against the door, crying as a piece of skin slipped off his cheek and stayed stuck to the wood veneer. It was the last part of him abandoned. The very last part of him to die.
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