Memory 4
The boxes filled with furniture and stuff only arrived yesterday and Rosh and I spent hours helping you straighten your life out.
I do the kitchen and you tackle the bedrooms, upstairs, while Rosh sets the dining and sitting area. The house is a huge and messy with high columns and higher ceilings. I smile as Rosh writes down the numbers of cleaning services.
It is around four and everyone is starving. You open the fridge. Apart from a few iced beers, there is nothing in it. You struggle with your self-worth- I see it in your empty fridge.
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100 Memories Of You And Me ✔
RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
