Pete and the Broken Couch

            Padding around her room, Petra Petrović hummed to herself, deep in her throat, a purring song that spontaneously sprang from her imagination. Ghosting through the pallid spears of streetlights, she crouched and dug through her closet, searching for the perfect shirt for the evening.             The absent humming continued as she selected and discarded …

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