“It’s dark. And empty.”
“So?”
“Doesn’t that make you nervous?”
“This isn’t New York. Deserted doesn’t mean anything.”
He was probably right. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure.”
“It’s dark. And empty.”
“So?”
“Doesn’t that make you nervous?”
“This isn’t New York. Deserted doesn’t mean anything.”
He was probably right. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure.”
Various Writings by Erin Bregman 