The Day They Burned the Books
By Jean Rhys
My friend Eddie was a small, thin boy. You could see the blue veins in his wrists and temples. People said that he had consumption and wasn't long for this world. I loved, but sometimes despised him.
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Saturday, March 28, 2020
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