'I'm here now,' she said.
'This time you are not dreaming.
Won't you kiss me, Joe?'
THE END
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Mystery / ThrillerA crime novel using the Haiku as a form. Girls, gin joints, speakeasies, whisky, bullets, gangsters, cops, danger, Chicago 1930s, great adventures.
There Near The Hut
'I'm here now,' she said.
'This time you are not dreaming.
Won't you kiss me, Joe?'
THE END
