This Town: A Postcard of Terror – 2

Chapter Three  He stood with agility.  I joined him. He is about an inch and half taller. Eleven years ago, I was taller by half an inch.  “I would get you something to eat then we get going.”  “I want us on our way quickly. I will eat when we return.”  “What about a wash?” …...

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