“Sh*t” Marsa says as she stares at the clock. Its face is nearly opaque with the texture of her filthy cleaning rag. Marsa liked it when gazing at it in a teeny-weeny shop somewhere near the Caymans, she doesn’t remember where. She is forgetting things more and more these days. It wasn’t li...
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