Dec 15, 2017
There he was. Again. Always the most random of places, Boston was big but somehow small in it’s encounters.Tall, overbearingly so and she’d half wondered when she’d run into him again. But after a couple months the guy from Halloween in that mansion she’d officially renamed (Haunted Harry) had become a pleasant blur. “Let’s see...you don’t call, you don’t write, you definitely haven’t lost a couple inches, my cursing must be off—that is, unless, shoot....things haven’t changed severely you know, down there..have they?”
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