Sublime

copacetic

Even her brown hair was coarse and wiry, sticking every which way so that her large, jeweled

10 first beau He had a way of putting his hands on a Woman. Light, but perforating. Passing by, he would touch the Woman’s hair, he would give the Woman’s hair a careless, and yet deliberate, caress, working down from the top to the ends, then gliding to the chin, then lifting the chin till the poor female’s eyes were forced to meet his, then proce

I’m pretty healthy and I don’t mind the idea of dying, but I also don’t want to get mowed down by some freaky high school kid in a trench coat who’s high on Zoloft and has traded in his Xbox for a semiautomatic.