'How did you find me?' She asked him the day after the ceiling incident with the smell of chlorine invading her nose. 'He shrugged, 'The yellow pages' She furrowed her brow, 'I'm not in those..' He laughed, 'dunno, I killed the delivery boy that day.
17 jul 2017 - bewerkt op 17 jul 2017 - 556x gelezen
Psyche, vrouw, 118 jaar
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