He sits alone, in his dark suit, shuffling through a pile of papers in front of him. His face is wrinkled and tired, his eyes
The still summer day’s sluggish temperature was broken intermittently by the chirping of birds. Not even the wind could bring itself to muster a gentle
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I try I try to stop smoking dope But there seems to be not much hope, I stop and stare and try to think Perhaps
Siobhan knew that changes were happening. Changes in her body and changes in the way her mother’s boyfriends looked at her. In a way she