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The cake calls to me, its icing as smooth as a baby’s skin, with its 5 layers of hypnotic lusciousness. A rec room, filled with relatives telling jokes, rumbles with their laughter. Two… Continue reading
The cake calls to me, its icing as smooth as a baby’s skin, with its 5 layers of hypnotic lusciousness. A rec room, filled with relatives telling jokes, rumbles with their laughter. Two… Continue reading
The 17″ laptop, my conduit to the office, rests untouched on top of a printer most of the day. This is what happens the moment I think, “I need to send an… Continue reading