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If It Weren’t For Bad Luck…

“” I lowered the phone slowly, then dropped it onto the receiver. It landed with a heavy clunk somehow, the sound seemed symbolic of how I felt just then. I slumped back into the chair, a strand of my ebony hair falling in my face. I didn’t bother to tuck it back behind my ear hair out of place was the least of my worries right then. Continue reading “If It Weren’t For Bad Luck…” »