PART-6: The Morning After The sun came up at six-fifteen. The sky was a pale, washed-out gray.
It looked like it was going to rain. I stood in the kitchen. I was brewing a pot of strong coffee. The smell filled the house. It was a normal, … Continue reading PART-6: The Morning After The sun came up at six-fifteen. The sky was a pale, washed-out gray.
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