Breakfast came and went,
We locked home.
Off the shops to buy
Clothes and shoes
The shopping centre,
It's busy in some parts,
But relaxed in others,
Good, normal.
I walk her through,
Letting her pick out her new closet of clothing,
She picks out shirts,
leggings, jeans,
not really any dresses.
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white balloons : cpn ✔️
General Fiction" I'm guilty of you passing away, I was the course wasn't I? But what is my fate? If I'm not the culprit, Who is? Death was only doing his job.." But does he know, a change of fate is coming his way.. In the most unexpected manner. PLEASE NOTE first...
