George Sparling – Puddle Couple

Puddle Couple She starts for the door. “Wait. How about meeting in the park?” She turns around, looks at the floor, raises her head slowly, and answers: “I’ll meet you at two tomorrow in the park under the big maple tree.” I agree. “We have lots in common.” Clara has no limp. She lied. We […]


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