Memory 85
Baseball weekends were an occasion neither Rosh nor I understood the need or even what was going on, but you kept saying it was pay-back for the test-cricket we would watch. Cricket made sense to me, baseball not so much. I was only half-way enthusiastic about World Series because Rosh came to visit and the house would be filled with enough people to draw you out of the studio for more than a few hours. Still, and stiller, as you would sit, your eyes absorbing everything and our hands held together. It was intimate (awkwardly), much better than cricket in that sense.
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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...
