As close this as we could get, no more, the boys and I.
Jenny’s palms itched, and she could feel the prickling of fresh sweat at the small of her back, where the dress was slightly looser.
You don’t know what hotpants are.
This is a true story. It is up to you whether or not to believe it.
He skites across the tarmac, scattering grit.
He hadn’t done the math.
02/09/2007 Image – “Preso” by Nany Mata