Mr. Man By: Kris Now what to do? Dishes are done just purely so I can dirty some more and I won’t touch the laundry and it’s just too pointless to pick up all the toys lining the floor. “The entire downstairs floor.” I rub the back of my neck absently as my eyes look …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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