Every night the mail is on the table beside a covered dish. Sometimes a note: “Do you love me?” If I did, I’d have changed the locks by now.
R. Gatwood is concise.
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by R. Gatwood
by R. Gatwood
Every night the mail is on the table beside a covered dish. Sometimes a note: “Do you love me?” If I did, I’d have changed the locks by now.
R. Gatwood is concise.