Write As Rea

The happy intersection between what I want to write and what people want to read.

He was late again. She stamped her feet to encourage feeling to return to her extremities. All she got for her effort was a half-painful buzz of awareness shooting up her legs before her toes settled back into tingling numbness. They still existed. Lucky her. It was cold for October, and although it hadn’t snowed …

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Itsumo

March 11, 2015