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A conversation with a loyal fan
Sometimes a fan become more than a fan. Sometimes your lives become deeply, intensely intertwined. And sometimes it’s best to not ask to many questions.
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Mourning for Butterflies (part 2)
Occasionally the phone rang with such force and valor it seemed to quake in the cradle.
It was summer-dusk, a muddled lavender tinged with rose. At nearly nine in the evening he had thrown the windows open wide, inviting it in.
He loved the summer months. For these few months of warm, [...]
