a wild wonderful time, full of men in circles talking about sports, and lots of cupcakes. and a letter or two of love.
and an adrenalin crash after a child ran across the street and into the woods and tracked his parents through forty acres of woodlands. found, he was found.
yep. there is no fence to lock, i have a runner and I am just too tired to do more than this for a post.
Slow Horses, by Mick Herron
6 hours ago
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