Story 38: Letters
He wrote me letters when he was away. I stored them under beds.
But when I heard he'd been shot, I burned them all, weeping.
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He wrote me letters when he was away. I stored them under beds.
But when I heard he'd been shot, I burned them all, weeping.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro