Hello, My Name Is . . .
I heard the man before I saw him. Turning from my laptop, I glanced toward the entrance of the library. He had long, stringy hair and a face so pale and emaciated, he looked like he was already dead. His
I heard the man before I saw him. Turning from my laptop, I glanced toward the entrance of the library. He had long, stringy hair and a face so pale and emaciated, he looked like he was already dead. His