Somebody's Song
Somebody's Song The coffee at the community center tasted like it had been brewing since Tuesday. Maya liked it anyway, because it was free and warm and the act of holding a cup gave her hands something to do besides fidget. It was a Wednesday. Wednesday was the day he came. Adam Walsh taught volunteer computer classes on Wednesday evenings—basic skills, resume writing, the kind of things that...
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