Chapter 1 · 1150 words
Rain, Streetlamp, Spilled Milk
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The bowl was still cold. That's the detail they'd leave out of the papers, and it's the only one that mattered.🥣🔥 147
Mo crouched in the doorway and let the rain do its work on the back of his coat.
"Two spoons," said the uniform behind him. "One tenant."
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