“I pretend I’m at a restaurant on a night out, talking with the girls,” Claudette says. She crosses her legs. Her right knee touches Beau’s hip. “That explains your stinky writing, considering we’re a morning paper in New York,” Adam says. He’s wearing a black suit, black shirt, and black tie. Beau... Sign in to see full entry.
“I pretend I’m at a restaurant on a night out, talking with the girls,” Claudette says. She crosses her legs. Her right knee touches Beau’s hip. “That explains your stinky writing, considering we’re a morning paper in New York,” Adam says. He’s wearing a black suit, black shirt, and black tie. Beau... Sign in to see full entry.