From The Berry Pickers

Wiping his greasy hand across his craggy and pockmarked face; rubbing two fingers hard and deep in his eye sockets until tears appear. “I spose, I shouldn’t a killed her, that girl. The junkie hooker. It wasn’t my fault, entirely, you got to remember, I went there to preach to her, to heal her. I […]
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Published on June 08, 2019 05:25
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