Too much cologne, too much excitement… far too much for someone claiming he had “meetings.”
I stood in the kitchen, watching the coffee finish brewing.
In my hand… a small bottle of laxative.
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Too much cologne, too much excitement… far too much for someone claiming he had “meetings.”
I stood in the kitchen, watching the coffee finish brewing.
In my hand… a small bottle of laxative.
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