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Yesterday’s Fifth
Posted in IndieInk Stuff, Writing
Posted by Kameko on April 12, 2012
http://www.kamekomurakami.com/?p=462
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Page #64… into the cold pond, her back pressed against the wood of the dock. She slipped lower and the water, not yet freezing but feeling to her so close to crossing that line, lapped around her ankles, then higher as she went down, over her knees, stopping finally midway up her bare thighs as her […]
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