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That Girl in Tijuana

That Girl in Tijuana

by | Nov 29, 2020 | L, L. P. Ring, Short Story

‘…And that’s what happened to me. I swear.’ +++++The little guy fumbled in his jacket pocket again, took out the stained rag that those generous of spirit would call a handkerchief and mopped at his forehead one more time. He reminded me of Edison, in particular...