Is your birthday in summer? Mine's Sept. 2nd. I'm a Labor Day baby!
With the assemblyman poster in hand that’s as wet as the lying tongue of politicians, she opens the stained pine country door. She doesn’t feel the brass doorknob through her white glove. She stops short. She feels an 18”x18’ or so ball that’s not a snowball. It feels more as does a stuffed animal... Sign in to see full entry.