The Death Man by Marijo Thompson

Hello, lovely readers! Very late submission for me this week. I fear May and June might include more late ones. Alas.  He sat there unmoving, and smoked the last seven cigarettes in the pack. Not Henry. His eyes kept returning to his dresser: a wooden, three-drawer antique he’d saved from the curb on garbage day....

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Marijo Thompson
Marijo Thompson
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