"By now Stephen's face was the color of a beetroot, and she gripped the wheel as though she meant to hurt it. She was longing to turn around and look at her companion, the desire to look at her was almost overwhelming, but even her eyes seemed too stiff to move, and she gazed at the long dusty road in silence."
Glad to know lesbians have always been useless, even in the 20s
— Nov 18, 2021 02:57AM
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