Eighty degrees now.
Flowers. Sun. But a cool breeze.
Later. Way too hot.
Oh. And don’t mind Abby rolling around like an unsophisticated animal. She can’t help herself.
Eighty degrees now.
Flowers. Sun. But a cool breeze.
Later. Way too hot.
Oh. And don’t mind Abby rolling around like an unsophisticated animal. She can’t help herself.
