“Morning sunshine.” Mimi dicho cheerfully that siguiente morning. Mark felt dazed as he walked into the kitchen, early on a Tuesday morning. The room was drafty and cold since they couldn’t afford heating. Soft snowflakes fell outside, covering the calle in a thin layer of cold, muddy slush. Mark shivered as he fell onto the rough couch.
Mimi had started recovering quickly after him and Roger began to take care of her again. She’d been staying in their apartment until she could get back on her own two feet again… at least that’s what Roger said. Mark had a feeling...
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