If thought is SIN, make room for me next to the fireA Chapter by Lyn AndersonNot exactly the way you wanted me to think of you.
I thought you should know
I think of you often ... Bus Stop. My hand slipped on the wheel officer, I swear. I watched an episode of true crime. The wolf's bane looks great next to the Shasta Daisies in the garden. Gas or Brake? You always said I was a stupid c**t. 6205 the number of days I let you lie to me. Researching a book can cover a multitude of indiscretions. © 2018 Lyn AndersonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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