Leandra Parsons

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The camera zooms in on a man’s back, and my whole body locks up. My heart skips a beat as I wait for him to turn toward the lens. The screen freezes, and then the commentator is back. What the hell? “Shit.” The word falls out of me on a harsh breath.
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
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