Max
I touched her gravestone with one hand, as a tear slid down my cheek; "I'm so sorry Victoria," my words were taken with the wind.
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Max
Short StoryA short story about a guy called Max. lovely cover by @sporadikos ©_unwelcomethoughts 2014
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Max
I touched her gravestone with one hand, as a tear slid down my cheek; "I'm so sorry Victoria," my words were taken with the wind.
