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Act two Chapter nineteen
Occupied Shoes
-‘Why can’t she have you as well? Why can’t she? Bloody hell!’-
Maxie
–‘But Maxie, it’s the middle of the night.’– Macker complained.
Next morning. And I’d woken much too early, from another guilt ridden dream, featuring a
strange version of the diabolical Killian Bate. Macker was so groggy I let him slumber again.
Then I noticed I felt good, and I was singing to myself while I got everything ready.
Forgetting the dream.
Trembling to the memory of our bodies together. Continue reading “serial of The Free. Ch 19. Occupied Shoes”






