Talk Crazy
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MatureOngoing5m
Last published Thu, Aug 27, 2020
Living alone is quiet.
It can be lonely or relaxing. But those creaks in the floorboards and the wind howling starts to really get under your skin.
Desi can't help but notice the voice's that the wind carries, she can't help but notice they want to talk to her.
There's nothing she can do to stop it. Why not embrace it?
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