Breathless, stumbling — she looked back and saw regret chasing yearning. Share this:Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 2 Comments She signed and thought, “Time to join a soap opera!” Loading... Or, she’s up from her grave — only to die again. Loading... Comments are closed. Post navigation Previous Previous post: Four Students, One Lunch, One RevolutionNext Next post: How to Ack Back
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She signed and thought,
“Time to join a soap opera!”
Or, she’s up from her grave — only to die again.