He hadn’t noticed the door lock— or its lack thereof. There was no latch inside that could be locked. There was a lock for sure, but it had no metal bolt it could latch onto. He pressed the wooden panes together and...
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Leonard Cohen song he had introduced her to – “I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm; your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm...” He barely opened his eyes to the sound of her almost musi...