Sandwiches Part 4 - Writa Bhattacharjee
I buried my face in my hands and moaned weakly. What the hell was going on? I wanted to cry, but I was fresh out of tears. Jim tried to pull me into a hug. I pushed him away. I wasn’t sure of his intentions. I was completely confounded by him. “Go away!” I croaked. […]
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