depreciatingbeauty
I cross my fingers as I put my keys in the bowl. Hope I get the blonde this time.
I cross my fingers as I put my keys in the bowl. Hope I get the blonde one this time.
When you look at me like that, I want to break the rules. What can I say? Even the best of us can be tempted.
She sat in the window and watched him drive away. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She folded her arms across her chest, held herself awkwardly... Restraint was strange and new: she had always been a waver.