The Room. III
Niamh was dead. My wife, my, how do they say it, estranged wife, his mother. She lay at the bottom of the stairs; limbs askew on the cold Victorian tiled floor. The perfect Christie chalk outline.
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Niamh was dead. My wife, my, how do they say it, estranged wife, his mother. She lay at the bottom of the stairs; limbs askew on the cold Victorian tiled floor. The perfect Christie chalk outline.
I'd just like to thank @nynahunney before I start for helping me start to write again and for giving me all the praise I needed to get going ❤ "Things will be better here" -TIFFANY- "It takes a...
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