Lloyd Lutara
I make stuff.
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Event of a Fire
Francine packs her things; frantically, teary-eyed, her hands shaking. She has to leave, she can’t wait, she has to breathe. Smoke creeps in from under the door, the flames will […] More
Lloyd LutaraYour Loves Whore
The pendulum swings between numbness and pins and needles, making it hard for her to write. Her eldest tells her she can just speak into a phone and it will […] More
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