The Recluse…Rewrite continues…

Davy walked down to the sub-basement and sat down at his laptop, and he flipped the screen up. A small clock sat on his desk, it read 1800. Something about the boy had touched some part of him. He opened his word processor and began to type: “I didn’t join the military because I hated... Continue Reading →

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