Our first time together doesn’t really count, does it? We were angry at each other, you more so than me. I still can remember your face when I got out o...
The windows are closed. Usually, she would have all the windows open, getting the last of the fall air inside her home before everything had to be seale...
Clinton finishes the last bite of pie before wiping his mouth with the damn cloth my mother made me embroider for the first official meeting. Hours of s...