190/365 Marty
Knowing what answer he wanted when he asked the question, I panicked, then lied. And if I needed to lie, we were already doomed. Our bond could never be as strong as the Clear/Blue Stren he’d playfully knotted into a bracelet around my wrist.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:00 AM
1 Comments:
I dunno. I know plenty of relationships built on a veritable Great Wall of lies.
Post a Comment
<< Home