e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Richard Larson
e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
Richard Larson
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She wants to be somewhere else with someone who can show her that particular kind of love. The kind that doesn't care about the future, the kind that keeps going all night. The kind that explodes out instead of crawling inside. She has seen it before, inside a house she was walking by around dinnertime or at a dance club late at night or in a passenger train as it flew on past to somewhere better. Maybe to her home planet.
