The demon that haunted him is the bottle.
(This is a continuation of the last week’s blog. If you haven’t read it yet, I kindly recommend that you read it first here before proceeding with this one.) Two and a half hours to dawn. Her vigorous turning in the bed made him wake up. For a moment he thought he had woken up next to […] More
The sound of his motorcycle engine rented the premises. One could see the curtains even tremble a little as if that which scares curtains had just arrived. Or what do you think curtains can be afraid of mjango? They cannot be afraid of ghosts or being stripped and forced to walk naked on the streets […] More
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