Story Time
Have no fears, it's brief.
The morning rain was what most other people would call dreary, but Alfred smiled through it and inhaled deeply, treasuring the unmistakable scent of fresh rain on the slick city streets. He looked to the sky through the plexiglass roof of the bus stop and admired the deep, but vibrant grays and blues in the clouds, and ( Read more... )
The morning rain was what most other people would call dreary, but Alfred smiled through it and inhaled deeply, treasuring the unmistakable scent of fresh rain on the slick city streets. He looked to the sky through the plexiglass roof of the bus stop and admired the deep, but vibrant grays and blues in the clouds, and ( Read more... )
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