I have never wept since that day. Here she would find candy awaiting her, bits of ribbon, books. She had found it in 1988, the year of the stock market crash. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. He’s out in Phoenix last I heard. “We pretend bodies are ugly. ‘Soldier of fortune.
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