Puppets On A String.

Spades – Point of View

Ace and I spoke for hours. I was glad to help him carry his grief. He had been dragging the baggage everywhere he went, but now, he had a helping hand. Our conversation moved from heavy to light. We spoke about our memories of Sergei, his anger that quickly faded, the way he ...

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