
The official text comes a few minutes later…. Go inside now; avoid windows.
The official text comes a few minutes later…. Go inside now; avoid windows.
It was a simple black velvet cocktail dress with long sleeves and a deep V in the front and back.
I am trying to speak sense into a seven-year-old.
My father is the compass that bleeds. “Turn left here. Another left up ahead.”
I am supposed to admit I was reckless.