Michael Finocchiaro

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Upstairs in the bedroom, I lay in the darkness for a long time before I fell asleep. The darkness linked the little space inside with the enormous space outside. The old wooden bed was like a little boat, or that was how it felt. Now and then a tree whooshed and the rain on
My Struggle: Book 5 (My Struggle #5)
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