A Night With Ms Davis
Tommy walked to Kevin’s house. Trekked the six miles with a beanie over his messy black hair, a backpack on his shoulders. It was two hours to midnight, cold enough that his breath made a cloud on every exhale, but he didn’t care. Fuck if he was staying at his house. Not after he watched his dad ‘sneak’ a bottle into the back bedroom. Left before the bastard could come back out.After jogging up the steps of a modest home, Tommy rang the bell. Kevin’s mom answered the door.Ms. Davis was still in...
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