What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 18: “REMEMBER THIS,” she said, and she tapped me on the chest to make sure that I was listening. “Love, like other intoxicants, alters your perceptions. Got it?” “Got it.”
Share this post
687: “Remember this,” . . .
Share this post
What a Piece of Work I Am, Chapter 18: “REMEMBER THIS,” she said, and she tapped me on the chest to make sure that I was listening. “Love, like other intoxicants, alters your perceptions. Got it?” “Got it.”