Chasing his wife out, the husband laughed that all she got was an old refrigerator. He had no idea the wall inside it was double.
A heavy, suffocating silence wrapped around the apartment, steeped in the scent of incense and wilting lilies. Marina sat hunched on the edge of the couch, as if crushed by an invisible weight. The black dress clung to her body, itching—reminding her of the cause of this dead stillness: today she had buried her grandmother, […]
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