Her D'Angelo
She played in rectangular court yard, all by her lonesome. And then he walked out of the bushes, and touched her on her shoulder Chills ran down her spine…
Win together; lose together. Ficly.
Ficly is the ice-cream to a hot day; the honey balm to a scald; the murmurs of a mother to her baby; the heaven to my hell. The trampoline that bounces me to…