Words in the Walls
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Words in the Walls
Look through the window. Open the door. Write on the wall.

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Frank saw a straw, most definitely from a 7-11 Slurpee, standing straight up in the newly poured cement. On closer inspection, he saw it was exhausting steam into the cool night air.

Erin L. HartyDecember 28, 2015Comment
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