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Ink for you, keys for me. Clickety-clack, let me be— far outside the edge of town, on a river wide and brown. Bodies and bones, beneath the surface what’s theirs is mine— with a purpose.
Ink for you, keys for me. Clickety-clack, let me be— far outside the edge of town, on a river wide and brown. Bodies and bones, beneath the surface what’s theirs is mine— with a purpose.
Starting life over after a failed marriage
