Flies in the shed by Ana Diaz

You can look at me all you like, I’m still just an old woman. I can tell you what happened, and a million other things to write on your little paper. But it won’t be a confession because I’m no sinner and you’re no priest. You’ll have your notes and still won’t understand; but I...

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