Cookie had taken her daughter amber to school then walked the thirty-something feet to work earlier. Our business was on the second floor of Calamity's, my dad's bar, which sat right in front of our apartment building. The short commute was nice and rarely invloved rabid raccoons.
Paperwork wouldnโt be so bad if it werenโt for all the paper. And the work.
Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket? ~Bumper sticker~
Reyes Farrow. Because perfection is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.
Hello?" I said, because Charley's House of Pasties seemed wrong.
There is a great need for a sarcasm font.