10-21-2020, 06:06 PM
"I couldn't help but follow her. I was like a moth to the flame."
Our trenchcoat clad narrator gets up from his dimly lit corner seat, trailing behind the clip-clop of Detective Delicato's high heels...
Our trenchcoat clad narrator gets up from his dimly lit corner seat, trailing behind the clip-clop of Detective Delicato's high heels...