The general store in my town has two sliding doors. When the children get muddy at the river they will press their lips against the glass. One will wave at the sensor so the smears swish back and forth. I tend to enter up through the basement; there is a buried door on Bench street. I come in slow, my knees bent, with an eye on the bakery counter.
A High Adjective Diet
The general store in my town has two sliding doors. When the children get muddy at the river they will press their lips against the glass. One will wave at the sensor so the smears swish back and forth. I tend to enter up through the basement; there is a buried door on Bench street. I come in slow, my knees bent, with an eye on the bakery counter.
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