The Coffee Stall Girl

After an entire year of being hit and poked and prodded and she just left off because I got mad… Now I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. “Call me Mike.” Read 34443 times |
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    Zoë vaguely wondered how Michael could live here. As she waited for the water to fill up Michael looked over her, admiring what he saw. “All right so what did you need help with?”
At eight thirty the two were near done with their studies. You didn’t show up, so I looked you up online and saw that story about… I’ll go. He sat down on a bar stood next to her. The sound of the doorbell awoke a Michael gently cursing his self and whoever was at the door. She was wearing a gray t-shirt and a pair maroon and white Nike shorts that complemented her well.