V.S. Kemanis Quote

No name, no number, but she remembered him, his eyes the color of shadow, his arms the shape of oblivion, a voice lulling her, beckoning her into the surf. His name was Brad or Tom or Steve … or was it Rick? Ten years ago his voice had been the same, supplicating and tender with the promise of fairytale.

V.S. Kemanis

No name, no number, but she remembered him, his eyes the color of shadow, his arms the shape of oblivion, a voice lulling her, beckoning her into the surf. His name was Brad or Tom or Steve … or was it Rick? Ten years ago his voice had been the same, supplicating and tender with the promise of fairytale.

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