Yet Another Downhill Road
“... That again?” He laughed awkwardly. I gave him the look. He sighed. “For the last time, there is nothing about you I find irritating or annoying. Nothing…
Subtle Skies and Indigo Analogies
It was always while walking that we could have a chance to talk. I like walks. Walks don’t have to imply a destination. They don’t need to have an end. But…