I walk out of a shop and into the problem of being known.
They know me there. They like me. That part feels easy, almost sweet. Then the other part arrives, the part that sits in the corner of the roo…
I walk out of a shop and into the problem of being known.
They know me there. They like me. That part feels easy, almost sweet. Then the other part arrives, the part that sits in the corner of the roo…