Nakedoutstretchedcovered partially by sheet.This is the place we often meet. Talkingrantingthe things he does say.They're lonelypersonaloften its gray..
A light fog is out. Just enough fog to blur the lines of reality. Street lights form starburst patterns as they drive down the road. She's in awe of ..
He's lost his temper again. He's mad and he's after me. It's happening again. He shoves me down into the bar stools. My head gets thrown against the w..