On the second day, she heard the doorbell
. .
. She grabbed my hand and we walked slowly back to our bikes. “Jo” she mumbled into my mouth, “would you like me to break it for you? It will hurt like hell, but it is so worth it, and we can do so much more with it gone”
On the second day, she heard the doorbell
. .
. She grabbed my hand and we walked slowly back to our bikes. “Jo” she mumbled into my mouth, “would you like me to break it for you? It will hurt like hell, but it is so worth it, and we can do so much more with it gone”
On the second day, she heard the doorbell
. .
. She grabbed my hand and we walked slowly back to our bikes. “Jo” she mumbled into my mouth, “would you like me to break it for you? It will hurt like hell, but it is so worth it, and we can do so much more with it gone”
