February Is a Ledger
Black Ice
–—Thermal misjudgment. The mug is warm. The floor is not. The coffee smells safe.That’s how the day starts lying. Steam rises,the mug…
February Is a Ledger
–—Thermal misjudgment. The mug is warm. The floor is not. The coffee smells safe.That’s how the day starts lying. Steam rises,the mug…
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