if the stream called me
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008“if the stream called me” ZJC (2008)
It was that rancid smell that made me drive
her off. Damn! What a foul stench! Of course she
fought and cried. Of course. How would she survive
on her own? Who would take in a dirty
thing like her? No one, I am sure. That smell
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