The Tin It had been one of those really long days, the ones where a second seemed like an hour, the minutes like days and the hours like an eternity, when Jonathan returned home from the office. His boss had him filing paper through lunch, and by the time he walked threw the door he wanted something to quench his hunger, yet before he step foot in the kitchen he went to check on her. She was just sitting there, her hands so perfectly clasped lying in her lap like that of a china doll, her gray hair pulled back in a faultless bun except for that one strand of hair dangling in front of her stale blue eyes. Jonathan thought to say hi, but shThe Tin
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"To love another person is to see the face of God."
-Les Miserables
The School Edition
I just wanted to say that your story was great.
You've inspired me to do some writing for DA, thanks!
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