“One foot in front of the other, more aimless than direct, Bradford left the waiting room for the outside world. Called for a taxi and then dialed Munroe again, desperate for her voice, for one ray of light in the… — Taylor Stevens Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, don’t you look at the world and wonder what kind of madhouse you’re living in? Have you ever felt, deep down, somewhere so hidden that you overlook it time and again, a pulse that taps out faint coded messages… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
