He knew he was already losing the argument and as soon as it had started his heart was no longer in it. Okxxx “Hi Sally! . . . …Yes, of course…..Oh, really? Maybe another time. “The French Open is tennis,” he muttered under his breath. I am having no part of it.”
“Well, what a fucking surprise,” sneered Marsha. Is Marsha there?” Alex raised his eyebrows. Faust and Luca: Part IMarsha’s existence boiled down to her pitiful sexless relationship with her husband and her vacuous relationships with her middle-class friends. Read 25332 times |
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“Oh hiiiii Sally, it’s Alex!” he squealed in feign joy and surprise, “How are you?” Before Sally could even begin to respond, if indeed she was going to, if even,
