His heart was left in London, among the opium scents of Limehouse where back alleys tasted of forbidden fruit. I always knew his heart would remain in London. If only I could remember what I did with the rest of him.
-aberration/London
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The Human Stain ~a collection of quotes and snippets~
Short StoryThe Human Stain is a book dedicated to quotes and snippets from my stories. The title is taken from my story Salvatoria (an Ambassador's choice, ONC shortlister, winner of The Black Cat Award's contest, and winner of Oh, What a Chapter! contest). Sa...
