I get up at six to make the bus to get to Cynthia’s place. She got out of bed at eight, just in time to open the door for me. It’s not easy for her, four hundred fifty pounds altogether; she tells me that her heart races like mad […]
Fiction, and other made-up stories
I get up at six to make the bus to get to Cynthia’s place. She got out of bed at eight, just in time to open the door for me. It’s not easy for her, four hundred fifty pounds altogether; she tells me that her heart races like mad […]