I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot."" Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.
— Becca Fitzpatrick
Silence
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I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot."" Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.
— Becca Fitzpatrick
Silence
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved