Drunk and pensive, Chappy does not try and stop himself from calling his ex. Faced with her direct words, he looks, if only for a moment, at himself. ...
Autumn was near over – not that it mattered. In the dull heat Lady let her feet swirl in the pool, sucking her red popsicle, waiting for something ...
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