That awkward moment when you go to a mama putt, stand in line, collect your food and then spill your soup on the gentleman standing next to you wearing white a kaftan. 376 more words
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Hello there, I’m back, not that it’s big news, important news, but I wanted to say hello.
I’ve recently added another group blog to my glowing list of underachievements. 167 more words
that’s what she said, as her fingers smoothed out the wrinkled edges of a paper coaster, damp from spilt beer.
It was quarter to six on a Tuesday, when the pub was usually empty, and Max, the bartender, and I indulged in monosyllabic conversations, which I found soothing for their brevity and clarity. 452 more words