NO! ‘Mike Andrews? Telugu sex Tseng related?’
Mike’s mind reeled – no – this can’t be – his knees weakened – he grabbed the door frame to steady himself – ‘is – he – what’s – how bad – where is he?’
‘Sir – I’m very sorry – very sorry – Mr. Mike knelt, kissed the ring as it laid on the sand, placed his hand on it, said a soft goodbye, and stood to go with the others. In his hands, Mike held a small urn. Mike shrugged his shoulders, and went to the mailbox – bills, circulars, nothing out of the ordinary – he put it on the table, went to the fridge, and got himself a soda – then went into the kitchen. END Read 5796 times |
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