One Month: Running on empty
I shambled past the balloons hanging from the mailbox, a sweaty, aching mess. I was halfway to tears, but honestly couldn't spare them. Every drop of liquid had been wrung out of m…
I shambled past the balloons hanging from the mailbox, a sweaty, aching mess. I was halfway to tears, but honestly couldn't spare them. Every drop of liquid had been wrung out of m…