She spoke like the rush of quiet air you hear while passing under a bridge in heavy rain.
The wiper blades scratched on the semi-dry glass like a broken record.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
She spoke like the rush of quiet air you hear while passing under a bridge in heavy rain.
The wiper blades scratched on the semi-dry glass like a broken record.
