Tag: Martha

DON’T YOU CARE?

The other day Tom asked me if I had written anything lately. To which I answered, “No, I’ve been sort of depressed.” He said maybe writing something would help. Maybe… I loved Bean. She was Rose’s puppy. The one delivered in the snow-apocalypse by Jake and the grossed-out Ben. Bean, the not so smart, not so brave, not so great looking…

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