When I arrived home I found the door open. I wasn’t scared; it wasn’t the first time and it would not have been the last. I was thinking about my last work, and I wasn’t scared. “It’s normal”, I thought, “It’s normal…”. Read the rest of this entry ?
When I arrived home I found the door open. I wasn’t scared; it wasn’t the first time and it would not have been the last. I was thinking about my last work, and I wasn’t scared. “It’s normal”, I thought, “It’s normal…”. Read the rest of this entry ?
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