The Match Box

de Frank McGuinness

And she grew to be a girl, my daughter, my Mary. Sing a song, Mary. Sing for grandma and granda. Sing. The ties that bind can never be broken. For Sal, they hang like a noose around her neck, just loose enough to keep a small but potent flame alive inside. A passionate story of love and hate.

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