Food for thought
My wife’s voice projected as I came through the door. “You’re just in time for dinner.” The last few weeks I’ve been at the gym hoping to regain the luster I once had when being viewed through her beautiful green eyes. I noticed an envelope on the counter from Esquire magazine. I wondered if it was a Winners Notice or a big “Thanks for the effort but maybe next time,” type of deals. Guess it’s time to find out.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 9:59 PM UTC
Food for thought
My wife’s voice projected as I came through the door. “You’re just in time for dinner.” The last few weeks I’ve been at the gym hoping to regain the luster I once had when being viewed through her beautiful green eyes. I noticed an envelope on the counter from Esquire magazine. I wondered if it was a Winners Notice or a big “Thanks for the effort but maybe next time,” type of deals. Guess it’s time to find out.
-Alexis J. Meighan-
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