It was her. She was bending her head, busy bagging my groceries, and she had lost her slim figure, but I could recognize her. Her nails were painted purple, and her hands were still masculine, as I…
It was her. She was bending her head, busy bagging my groceries, and she had lost her slim figure, but I could recognize her. Her nails were painted purple, and her hands were still masculine, as I…