Hell. Boy meets Girl. Well, more like a bum rush, err, avalanche of ebullience. Girl confuses the shit out of Boy. Stay or run, run, run? Um, if Boy had run we'd never get to see Girl slouch on purpose because, you know, fuck Pavlov.
Life in a bar
by C. Mijares Devane
"I wanted the story to end because it was so sad, but then when it did, I wanted to go back and read it again."