I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee. She never sees me and I jot down the precise time in my notebook. This is not her usual routine and it excites me.
Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.
Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.
I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee. She never sees me and I jot down the precise time in my notebook. This is not her usual routine and it excites me.
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