
He was the go-to guy. The go-to for passports, licenses, or, if you wanted to do it all yourself, a birth certificate of a dead infant; always guaranteed to be of your vintage, give or take a few years.
Posted on May 3, 2022 in Short Stories,The Stranger with the Key by Aral Bereux
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