Frame, Angus Hansen [best story books to read TXT] 📗

it. People walking past stare at me, take a wide berth. I steady myself on a bin. Mardi can probably see me but I’m beyond caring. One of my fits of laughter somehow morphs into a sob, and I’m crying, pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger. I feel a tear slide down into my mouth.
Eventually I compose myself, and make my way back to where I am parked.

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Publication Date: 01-16-2012

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