Written by Sanford Allen

Burma Jukebox

Burma Jukebox by Sanford Allen

No matter how Paul tried to position himself on the too-soft, too-short bed, his back ached in a new place and the springs dug into his ass. The way his feet hung off the end of the mattress, he felt like he was trying to bed down in a kids’ playhouse. The setting sun filtered
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