The daydreams floated like kaleidoscopic clouds above the patrons’ heads, dispossessed from their owners’ brains and now migrating into his dreamsphere.
Read MoreI’m still not ready to say goodbye. January, please don’t leave yet.
Read MoreHe has no guidance towards the flourishing path of fatherhood.
So he devises his own blueprint, a manual to set his course ahead.
Read More‘I can think of nothing else. Every single damned thought is about that bloody meeting. It's all I care about.’
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