Tamara stood on the sidewalk staring at the building in front of her. She had lived in the ‘Gap all her life, and she had never seen it before. You would think a person wouldn’t miss a castle. And that’s… Continue Reading →
They all think I’m a spinster. Okay, so they wouldn’t use that word; it’s too old-fashioned, all Faulkner and roses for Emily. They would say I’m “lonely.” They would be wrong.
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