I walk a long way along the shore, scrambling over rocks twice, pausing to collect trash, and finally yield to tears where no one will see or hear me, including my husband. If he’s even looking for me.
They settled into their bunks, the sitcom’s drone fading, their minds racing with plans, their shared glance a vow to conquer the belt, The Madam, and the block’s chains, together.
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