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The empty room…

  You don’t have to talk… Of course, he didn’t. Replying would have requested being there in the first place. She was aware of that, but she could feel his presence all the same. His laughter still lingered in the air, and the searing feeling of his lips on her ivory skin was as real…… Continue reading The empty room…

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Dear John Doe’s daughter…

  Not long ago, I wrote about a homeless man I met during Montréal’s Film Festival… John To be very honest, I almost deleted my post just before hitting the “publish” key. I was afraid the story would give the idea that I was bragging about being nice to the homeless. It wasn’t my intention, I…… Continue reading Dear John Doe’s daughter…