"In the cellars of the night, when the mind starts moving around old trunks of bad times, the pain of this and the shame of that, the memory of a small boldness is a hand to hold."
John Leonard, critic (1939-2008)
Her delicate fingers replaced the lock behind her ear; a faint smile sitting at the commissure of her red lips; she took a step back befor...
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