The market
Sasha is in a small market when she spots the completely out of place tall skinny blonde chick a few tables down.
I write short stories
Sasha is in a small market when she spots the completely out of place tall skinny blonde chick a few tables down.
My uncle once said that God’s recipe for West Texas was to take stupidity, crude oil, and rocks, and put that under the broiler for six thousand years.
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