Adam, in a horrid state, rouses himself up and searches about, no one to be seen.
I confess it again and again.
It’s a Match
you do not have to promise me anything
The collective standing of forty civil servants in unison either signals lunch or end of day.
You really took me by surprise.
When does a thought become a curse?
She had just started washing the cutlery when the phone rang.
Unbothered because my foes don’t have opposable thumbs to pluck me from my place