The Phone Booth
On the edge of the city’s warm glow, a solitary figure finds a phone booth where he can lay his melancholy to rest among worn book spines.
On the edge of the city’s warm glow, a solitary figure finds a phone booth where he can lay his melancholy to rest among worn book spines.
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This usually takes some time, the wrapper is everywhere, ugh…
This usually takes some time, the wrapper is everywhere, ugh…
