Lonely Roads — S. K. Nicholas

With her cheek against the ground, she sees clumps of hair and lumps of dust among drips of freshly splattered paint. The floor could almost be a work of art in itself. It’s certainly better than the work those on her course are capable of shitting out. Not that she wants to be a cunt […]

Lonely Roads — S. K. Nicholas

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