A Pathetic Fallacy by Justine Stewart

The tears streaming down my face mirrored the sheets of rain. My body, drenched. My hair, a matted mess falling around my face like a perforated curtain. That’s when he pulled up in his black Mercedes Benz.  He wound down the window to a plume of cigarette smoke. A grin stapled to his cheeks. He...

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Justine Stewart
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