Slave to Love

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Ziggy returned a short while later with a bag of groceries from the bodega a few blocks away and a pizza.

“Barrett dropped by,” I told him, while we sat on the wide sill of the window with the open box of pizza between us. “To make sure I was the reason you weren’t answering the phone.”

Ziggy clucked his tongue. “I keep telling him if I haven’t already turned up dead in a ditch somewhere I’m not going to.”

I hooked his ankle with mine when he said that. Because I couldn’t not.

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