Love, for me, did not come in like
Fireworks arcing through the dark
Grand declarations piercing through the night
Like some gallant hero come to save me from the dragon
I couldn’t help but want to see what was inside the guy’s head. I mean, I knew what was in there, his brain and all, but that was the first time I actually saw it. And it looked like a big, gray cauliflower.
Room Service by Lisa Finch Sharon followed the long, blue-carpeted hallway to her husband Luke’s hotel room. One rather gloomy black and white photograph, matted in an ugly, ornate gilt frame, dominated the wall. She reached his door, raised her hand to knock, but then pulled back.Never in their…
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