Not Your Average Snowflake
by“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
“You want to know…,” said Tracey slowly, deliberately, quietly into the phone, “…if I have a man with me?” Her expression was suddenly combatant and could be read as, oh, you did not just say that.
An update on our bus preparations.
It’s early days, so I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make money out of this yet, but I suspect one of my daughters might have a superpower.