Christopher O’Meara

Dead Ringer

Ding Dong!
Who could that be? No one ever rang her doorbell these days.
Ding Dong!
It certainly wasn’t Harlow, she was nothing more than a glorious phantom now. Valentino too. The neighbors she once knew eternalized in their youth. Oh, how she envied them…

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