Flumes Vol. 4: Issue 1, Summer 2019 | Page 82

Pictures had been hung on telephone polls throughout the neighborhood all of those years ago: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL? PLEASE CONTACT….

No, she could not have forgotten. Her poor Isadora. The scarf was small enough that its ends wouldn’t meet if she tried to wrap it around one of her fingers, and Laura began to cry, for reasons she could not bring herself to understand.

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