“Must be over here,” Sonja* said. So, we walked in that direction, Sonja clicking the key doover-lackey incessantly trying to find her car. She’d parked it in this multi-story car park not one hour before but couldn’t remember where she’d parked it, moreover couldn’t remember what the car looked like. She kept reminding me that this her car, it was her son’s car, so she
Taking a pause
Jan 25, 2024
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