Hair Holds Memories.

Spades – Point of View

“Five months in New York and you are already eating Pastrami.” Caine chuckled, walking to me, with his arms slung across Marie’s shoulders.

I smiled, chewing, pushing it down with water.

“You are early,” I noted, and Marie smiled, “It’s your birthday week. Of course, we are...

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