It was Malcom
It was Malcom by Clare Marie Salokoski Warm breaths fogged the glass. As she looked out from the frosty Wednesday morning window. Gosh, she thought, this coffee had better taste good. Her hands were a little cold from a, forgetting her gloves on this first icy morning of late October’s autumn; and b, from bicycling… Read More It was Malcom
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