The young man on my porch had hair the color of bruised plums and blackened fingernails. In my mind, he was the collapse of the country.
Turns out, I was the one who had fallen apart.
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The young man on my porch had hair the color of bruised plums and blackened fingernails. In my mind, he was the collapse of the country.
Turns out, I was the one who had fallen apart.
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