Is this temporary or is every single day of your life like this?
After a couple each, she was giggling uncontrollably at my own creative use of whipped cream.
Creativity has it’s own measure that has nothing to do with numbers. It doesn’t mean it’s a dream world. You don’t have to “wake up” and leave.
He does it over and over, increasing the torment until I protest. “That hurts.”
“Too much? Or just enough?”
…the train I take to work hit someone.