Get home from work, play games with Ben, go for a walk with him to pick up dinner, he goes off to bed with a smile on his face.
After eating my cheesesteak, I take Paton. 90 minutes later, she’s still crying. Argh.
Watching time, the only true currency // A journal from John B. Roberts
Get home from work, play games with Ben, go for a walk with him to pick up dinner, he goes off to bed with a smile on his face.
After eating my cheesesteak, I take Paton. 90 minutes later, she’s still crying. Argh.