UNCENSORED
Nov 04, 2021
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Flash fiction by Milton Callow
Dear ,I want to be with you.It can’t go on like this – we know.I really do you, but you issued me an ultimatum – you or my books.I know I’ve got a , but we all , don’t we?I take the easy way out. I almost did , you know.I’ve packed my into boxes. All of them. There were many.The looked empty, without a soul.You said, home is where your is.But how can I with you, if my beloved are not allowed to stay?
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