It had been two weeks since the storm had invaded the town and things weren't seeming to get any better.
All communication had ceased with the outside world so there was nothing to be done. No phones, no television, no work.
Cabin fever was making Richard hot in the head. But that could have also been because there was a particular twenty four year old bending over the table to reach the salt cellar on the other end.
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February [ManxMan]
Short StoryFeatured on @LY *** It is the month of snow and cakes, cold shoulders and warm hugs, loneliness and blossoming loves. Then what choice is left to a man and his butler as they are forced to get locked up in the house when the weather outside becomes...
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