Francesca Coppola
Them Looking Back at Us
By Francesca Coppola - Oct 14, 2019
the whole house smells like fried butter, the walls are impregnated with the smell of butter, because the walls of this house absorb everything, the wife is making steak
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By Francesca Coppola - Jun 10, 2019
He had black eyes and black pants and a black shirt. He tied her hands to the window and walked over the rope like a funambulist. “Without haste,” she said, lifting her belly.
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