Writer's Block
"Oh my God," my fiance breathed, clapping a hand to his forehead, as he stared at me in disbelief. "who are you supposed to be today, if I may be so bold and enquire?" he sneered. I hate it if he gets all posh and cynical on me. He is after all not exactely the CEO of IBM. "Amelia Earhardt," I... Sign in to see full entry.