I’d Do Time for You

Her tortoiseshell frames snapped under the state trooper’s careless boot. When he snapped the cold cuffs around her wrists and jerked her towards the cruiser, she stumbled. The tears were more for the seamed stockings that shredded against the asphalt … Continue reading →
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Published on July 31, 2012 13:01
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