Friday hits the mall.
There had to be something she could buy. A big slouchy purse, a pair of black heels, something. There had to be something she could tell herself she was enjoying. There had to be something she could purchase that would block out, at least temporarily, the loneliness, the ennui, and the sameness of it all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
1 comment:
How did you know? :(
Post a Comment