Night Calls Tiffany Juli

Alternative route

I eat without looking I farm in my back pain that bar, one shoulder higher than the other, everyone in my left blind spot. My son eats his yogurt. It throws me looks I feel good I frown on any attempt to parade cons. There will still he says "Do not you want to laugh it looks like" I do not really answer by closing your eyes a little. "It seems" he says, scraping the bowl thoroughly. I hesitate before the junction that opens me this reply: To the south, I laugh a little, to the north, I tighten again. I chose the north.