xiii.
SOMETIMES I STILL THINK ABOUT IT.
what if we had lied together in the backseat? the weight of my ribs, her hips...
would it have changed anything? or would she still have left?
xiii.
xiii.
SOMETIMES I STILL THINK ABOUT IT.
what if we had lied together in the backseat? the weight of my ribs, her hips...
would it have changed anything? or would she still have left?
xiii.