𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐥-𝐀𝐢𝐝... 𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬...
Stories by vienna
When There's Hail
After DC told me I fit the qualifications of someone he'd murder, I never wanted to speak to him again. So I...
From the Theatre to the Ice Rink
She was a ballerina, wound as tight as the corset in her costumes. He was a hockey player determined to make...