Arquivos de janeiro de 2012
I was sprawled on my bed on my first night back in the States, catching up with my best friend, when it slipped out. I clapped my hand to my mouth, hoping he hadn’t registered what I’d just said. But my expression must have been of the utmost guilt. Within a second, he figured it out, and looked very offended indeed. I begged forgiveness with my eyes, but it was too late. — Leia o post completo.