Where whiskey came home looking for an argument, brandy noticed how truly simpatico you were. Brandy liked you so much it hugged your esophagus like a python.
“We’ve arrived, but we won’t be here until we’ve got too much time on our hands,” was how John had put it during one of their nightly dishwashing bucket brigades. “Time enough to get bored.”
Good
Welcome back. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.