Hope won again as a paper plane landed on the dusry barrel of an old tank
Gauri D
Heart was heavy with emotion, but paper empty, dry and devoid of it.
Gauri D
Her birthday gift to him was wrapped in brown butcher paper and tied up with brightly colored ribbon, the way he liked it. She had toiled for weeks over what to get him. Nothing too flashy, nothing he couldn’t conceal around his wife. But nothing too simple, either. She wanted to get James something he would not forget. But what to get a man who seemed to own the world?
Annie
I had a paper route when I was twelve. I would wake up before the sun every day, and for some reason they dropped the stack of papers off for me in front of this dairy. Every day I’d give the security guard a newspaper and he’d let me go in the giant freezer and take whatever I want. So I’d leave every morning with a whole box of ice cream sandwiches. Surprised I’m not diabetic.
paper dried rose all the memories
Hope won again as a paper plane landed on the dusry barrel of an old tank
Heart was heavy with emotion, but paper empty, dry and devoid of it.
Her birthday gift to him was wrapped in brown butcher paper and tied up with brightly colored ribbon, the way he liked it. She had toiled for weeks over what to get him. Nothing too flashy, nothing he couldn’t conceal around his wife. But nothing too simple, either. She wanted to get James something he would not forget. But what to get a man who seemed to own the world?
I had a paper route when I was twelve. I would wake up before the sun every day, and for some reason they dropped the stack of papers off for me in front of this dairy. Every day I’d give the security guard a newspaper and he’d let me go in the giant freezer and take whatever I want. So I’d leave every morning with a whole box of ice cream sandwiches. Surprised I’m not diabetic.