She held out her hand. A stack of glossy paperbacks beckoned by the tray. You detached the fitted sheet from the narrow twin bed and carried it, embarrassed, to the washroom. She has the most genuine intentions of any woman out there. But heard Auntie as you opened your mouth.
She was staring at him, mouth agape, shards at her feet.
SURF FICTION (PART THREE): I was something, I mattered
Everything I have, I fucking earned it. In that moment, as you stood there, with your back to the door and the lump in your throat and your pulse in your ears, you saw that it was you who was wrong and not they. There were no guests or hotel staff at the pool after midnight. Then Auntie stands straight and the moon gilds her up-and-down: From this time forth I never will speak word.
nicole aniston
damn penny has lost a ton of weight since her gdp video. that sucks
This is so hot