April 17th, 2012 | Posted by: Home,Kristen Tsetsi,Our Books
“I smell yoru shirt sometimes, but not foten,” Mia writes, those slurred keyboard strokes the only connection to her deployed beloved, who she sees everywhere and nowhere in the demure military town. A former English professor, Mia passes the time working as a cab driver, mulling over the intricacies of her encounters with others who [...]
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