I could feel the tug of “you” in the used bookstore, sitting in the nook in the comfy old armchair, about to turn to Are My Emotions Asleep.
A STORY. 73. TOMORROW NEVER COMES
A STORY. 73. TOMORROW NEVER COMES
A STORY. 73. TOMORROW NEVER COMES
I could feel the tug of “you” in the used bookstore, sitting in the nook in the comfy old armchair, about to turn to Are My Emotions Asleep.