Collective
Minju told me Brendon Calhoun—whom no one knows, not even Minju—sends his regards. He was the one who prematurely burried his left arm, so he could, “warm up to the idea.”
break.
We have two computers.
We have cute pictures of our kids.
We have morning breath.
break.
Mini-kitties are stealing the sage from my jars and replacing it with vanilla. I have suspects.
Coffee grew on me.
