"What do you?
mean by that dad" asked T.
. . Betty finally moved off me, though collapsed would be a better word
. It’s a feeling that can’t be classified, the joy you feel to be surrounded by those who truly love you, and not in the way you love your friends or relatives, but true romantic love. He turned his back on the wounded agent, and started changing, not willing to wait any longer
“Damn.
” Erika chimed in. With the pillow over my face I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t tell what was taking so long
. I left out the frustrations of the previous two weeks as it appears readers want action more than narrative so this is a short story
"What do you?
mean by that dad" asked T.
. . Betty finally moved off me, though collapsed would be a better word
. It’s a feeling that can’t be classified, the joy you feel to be surrounded by those who truly love you, and not in the way you love your friends or relatives, but true romantic love. He turned his back on the wounded agent, and started changing, not willing to wait any longer
“Damn.
” Erika chimed in. With the pillow over my face I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t tell what was taking so long
. I left out the frustrations of the previous two weeks as it appears readers want action more than narrative so this is a short story
"What do you?
mean by that dad" asked T.
. . Betty finally moved off me, though collapsed would be a better word
. It’s a feeling that can’t be classified, the joy you feel to be surrounded by those who truly love you, and not in the way you love your friends or relatives, but true romantic love. He turned his back on the wounded agent, and started changing, not willing to wait any longer
“Damn.
” Erika chimed in. With the pillow over my face I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t tell what was taking so long
. I left out the frustrations of the previous two weeks as it appears readers want action more than narrative so this is a short story
