55 Fiction Fridays
He walked past the "For Sale" sign and into the house. With it being empty and bare, he went room to room, imagining. "This one I’ll make the living room, that one the computer room, I’ll put the bed there." But he sighed. He knew he couldn’t afford it and it would never be his.POLT
Listening to "You Think You're A Man" by Full Frontal
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but we all need our dreams....
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