Ad feminam

Heifetz was bending Mendelssohn to his will, and vice versa; her iPod Nano almost drowing the sound of the waves crashing dozens of feet away, when Vera finally forgot her mother’s words, spoken hours ago, before she drove away. “Every year you leave! Every year I’m alone for a whole week! What if I die?... Continue Reading →

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