The boy held two fingers sideways, squinting toward the horizon. “Thirty minutes,” he silently mouthed to himself, dropping his hand.
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The one in which I write fiction and essays that are not all fun and games.
The one in which I write fiction and essays that are not all fun and games.
The boy held two fingers sideways, squinting toward the horizon. “Thirty minutes,” he silently mouthed to himself, dropping his hand.
T. J. Butler, Author 