(Denham Ln, Surry Hills)
He was lonely after the third divorce. The tears had dried and the whisky was gone.
But he took solace in the door at Denham Ln, which always opened and closed - unlike the women that were struck from his life.
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2 comments:
wtf? who writes shit like this?
Hey, don't shoot the messengerbro.
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