Romance & Filthy Rats’ Tails: A JAlice Story
Prologue:
24th December, 1939:
I couldn’t help but feel guilty as I walked through the thick, ever-falling snow. If I didn’t go, though, I would feel worse. It was just he thought of my past behaviour that bought the heavy weight of guilt to my head.
I think I was the only person in the whole đường phố, street that was walking alone. Elderly couples shuffled along through the thick, hazardous snow, their arms linked; parents with tiny bouncy children and older, moodier teenagers wandered along, talking amongst themselves; unsupervised children were all...
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