Open Bar [1]
November 19, 2012Short Story by Ann Lightcap Bruno
Over the years, my memory has cast that night in moon and crickets and lilacs, dialogue even, although it’s all a lie.
Over the years, my memory has cast that night in moon and crickets and lilacs, dialogue even, although it’s all a lie.
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