"Be a dear," she asked, "and reach my purse
. "
"Oh my god, yes.
. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked
"Be a dear," she asked, "and reach my purse
. "
"Oh my god, yes.
. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked
"Be a dear," she asked, "and reach my purse
. "
"Oh my god, yes.
. She sighed self pityingly, yet another steppingstone to mediocrity. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked