t was her own movement that brought her out of her reverie. The rain drops scurried across the expanse of glass in front of her making her eyes work to focu
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Marian kept the key to number 30 in the kitchen drawer with all the batteries. She didn’t like to have it hung in the hallway. It was probably used more than it should have been, the key. The driveways of number 28 and 30 were divided only by a decorative line of bricks, a border... Continue Reading →
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