Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 16, 2023
When you stop missing the dead, that’s when their life loses meaning.
When you stop missing the dead, that’s when their life loses meaning.
The men rushed toward the open door. “Not so fast, fuck-os,” she said. Annie was a small woman, no more than five-foot-three with most of her weight in her disproportionate breasts, of which she often complained gave her backaches.