My main squeeze and I were promenading through Wright Square late Friday evening when I felt a tickle on the back of my neck. I leapt straight up like a roadside armadillo. “Was that you?” I hissed.
Savannah So Spooky, We Don’t Need Ghosts
Savannah So Spooky, We Don’t Need Ghosts
Savannah So Spooky, We Don’t Need Ghosts
My main squeeze and I were promenading through Wright Square late Friday evening when I felt a tickle on the back of my neck. I leapt straight up like a roadside armadillo. “Was that you?” I hissed.