Five Years Later
The sound of laughter, high and joyous, echoed through our small apartment, bouncing off the walls we’d painted a warm yellow. I stood at the kitchen window, watching the scene below in the building’s common garden.
Five Years Later
The sound of laughter, high and joyous, echoed through our small apartment, bouncing off the walls we’d painted a warm yellow. I stood at the kitchen window, watching the scene below in the building’s common garden.
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