Paris (Short Story)

At the break of dawn I rise with the taste of blood still in my mouth. I raise my head off the mattress as shards of eye crust begin to fall on to my bedsheets. With my room decorated in brioche crumbs and fashion week flyers it’s hard to believe that work is what we’re […]

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