The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

I left Billings, Montana in the pouring rain. But I had already had a bad opinion of it. The hotel was creepy, and the neighborhood was worse. For all I know Billings is a lovely place. I just didn’t get a chance to see it. I was so anxious to get out of there that …

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