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Flash Fiction, New York City, scars, walking on the beach
Right Now (hand in hand)
Sexy? Kidding. I think the one word that can describe me, there is no one word that can describe me. I am multi dimensional, never the same and always moving forward. I guess loyal? Giving? Asshole? (I hope not)
Commentaries, Essays and Commentaries, Freddy Zalta, Stories from the F Train
Too Much Noise
New York City, Stories from the F Train
The F n A Train
Autobiography
Three objects can’t live without
Short Stories, Stories from the F Train
Old Friends and Ringing Bells
Freddy Zalta 