in his 50s, with a nice haircut, and he was vaguely familiar, though I couldn’t say why.
“Saving the world?” I asked.
My voice was quiet. The store got quieter.
He was vaguely familiar, though I couldn’t say why.
I took one step toward him. “I was 19 when I put on a uniform. Nineteen. I watched boys younger than her bleed out in places most people here continue reading …