From WTP Vol. VI #3 The Clutch By stephanie roberts Headphoned, he pushed the mower following the game couch pleasure held in abeyance to the knuckle-crack of rain. Duty pitched delight in clover levelled—carpet and diamond centerpiece to her garden’s linden-day fragrance of rose and vine. Today, she eyed him from the deck, but preferred…
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