Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 22
A corpse even gets her hair done before the undertaker closes the lid. Not Bethany. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she stared aghast in the bathroom mirror. Early gray peeked from above the hairline like a perverted Peeping Tom looking into affluent housewives’ windows. Black roots sprouted from both sides of […]
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