My old man.
My old man.
My old man is not tall or short.
Just average.
He doesn't have too much hair or too little hair.
Just enough.
With money he certainly isn't the lower class but he isn't homeless either.
Somewhere in between.
He isn't ugly, but he isn't mediocre.
He's just charming enough to get any woman on his side.
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Short StoryShe's been blind since birth, bitter since 13, and scared since she was 6. It's amazing what you can remember when you can't see. But then again, some things you would rather want not see anyways. Mature themes. Read at your own risk. BOOK ONE OF '...
