Apr 28, 2015
incrinare
“Okay, but look at what I can do.” Proceeds to play a sad song on a harmonica he found at the thrift store. Disgusting.
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incrinare
“Okay, but look at what I can do.” Proceeds to play a sad song on a harmonica he found at the thrift store. Disgusting.
harlct
A little sleepy, he looked up at Nolan as he rubbed his eye. He almost asked what he was doing at his truck, but he knew why and didn’t mind. He liked having Nolan around. Still, Coral had been missing all night. A fact that was very evident due to the point that the sun was rising and he was just climbing into his own truck -- only to see Nolan in his bed. Toeing out of his sandals, he crawled in behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Lips pressing against his neck, he nuzzled. Coral stunk of perfume, among other things.
harlct
“Did I get drunk and buy a cat last night -- or are you hoarding animals in my truck again?”