Through corners of rumpled curtain sunlight sneaked in. Ian’s want for darkness momentarily quelled. Nuzzling his nose into the steamy cup of coffee flooded his brain…her, booze, moonlight, naked! Damn! Promises about visiting the old haunts, broken! Betting on the parole visit Ian leaned down, dragged her limp body into the hidden closet space.
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