March 27, 2020:
"You've mellowed," she said, with her peculiar smirk of supercilious smugass incomprehension.
"Fuck you," I told her. Which, as you might expect, created some distance between us.
"You've mellowed," she said, with her peculiar smirk of supercilious smugass incomprehension.
"Fuck you," I told her. Which, as you might expect, created some distance between us.