I often think of the day you were so disagreeable and marched into the rain. I followed behind and did not get drenched when the cab sped by.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Notes From a Marriage: Micro fiction
I often think of the day you were so disagreeable and marched into the rain. I followed behind and did not get drenched when the cab sped by.
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