"The tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic."
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Outside Her DUMBO Apartment.
Cassandra had never thought much of the vengeful hate-filled secrets she'd whispered to the elephants that afternoon as a child. But now here they were. Years later. On her Brooklyn doorstep. They hadn't forgotten the plans she'd made. Had she?
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