01-25-2022, 07:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-25-2022, 07:19 AM by Alice Appleton.)
Now it was her turn to blush. She almost lost her cool composure at the rather vivid memory to break down into tears. There was a lump in her throat. Noah.
But she thought of what Cathy would do. She wouldn't cry. She was fierce like Cathy.
"Where ye listenin' at the door?" she inquired.
But she thought of what Cathy would do. She wouldn't cry. She was fierce like Cathy.
"Where ye listenin' at the door?" she inquired.
