A REPOST OF GRANDMUMMY KABU'S STORY WITH A BIT MORE ADDED
THREE MONTHS OCTOBER You sit there in the surgeon’s office, stunned. He’s been talking for the past half hour, but all you can do is stare out the window at leaves falling from the trees and the people passing on the street. It’s a gorgeous morning in early October. It’s cold, but after you got the... Sign in to see full entry.