It started one sleepy spring morning. There was nothing strange about it. Some of us were sleeping. A cool breeze blew, making flower petals flutter, and the sun shone brightly down. It was later that day that I stumbled when I tried to utter the usual pleasantries.
FICTION: IN THE END WE ALL WENT NAKED
FICTION: IN THE END WE ALL WENT NAKED
FICTION: IN THE END WE ALL WENT NAKED
It started one sleepy spring morning. There was nothing strange about it. Some of us were sleeping. A cool breeze blew, making flower petals flutter, and the sun shone brightly down. It was later that day that I stumbled when I tried to utter the usual pleasantries.