kriskatalyst
The whitewashed walls, to me, looked like a canvas. Is this the place where we would live out the rest of our lives? Is this where we would build a new life together?
The imprint on his face was hard to miss. "I am so sorry Mike! I didn't mean to hit you so hard... I just swung my racket without thinking... What about your interview?"
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