ArchiveSeptember 2016

Mercedes Money | Part Twelve

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Kelly was in the middle of washing dishes when I walked in. She didn’t say one word to me when I stepped into the kitchen, and when the sink shut off, she resorted to her room. I didn’t see Luke’s Saab in the driveway, but I wondered if he was in her bed. I bet Luke is the type of guy who has a poorly drawn portrait of Freddie Krueger or Michael Myers tattooed on his chest. He pulls down the...

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