“You’re doing completely fine. I’m surprised how much better you have things under control. Genuinely very impressed.” R8PR clasps his hands together, leans back in
Author: Thedude3445
Walking for leisure has become a new pastime of mine in these early mornings. It’s just six thirty and the morning dew is still fresh,
“You could have at least brought a little pizza,” I say. “I am a homeless teenager! I ain’t spending a dime on you,” Amy replies.
Sigh. The loudest sigh I can ever give. It’s a bit of a hyperbole, saying that it’s the “loudest sigh.” Seems like only yesterday when
Sigh. The loudest sigh I can ever give. It’s a bit of a hyperbole, saying that it’s the “loudest sigh.” Seems like only yesterday when
I’d hoped for a night off. Atlanta had other plans. Typical. I step between the pews, taking more time than usual in approaching R8PR’s ‘throne’.
Season 1 of ATL: Stories from the Retrofuture is over. Nice work, y’all! You read through the whole darn thing. Let’s talk about some stuff.
It’s another morning at the Peach Towers branch of the Atlanta Cares Bank. Another morning where Mr. Larkins is ranting about something or another in
“I love you.” “I appreciate you.” “Oh, Morgan. You’re so kind.” R8PR gives a hearty, digitized chuckle and spins around like a ballerina. He’s in
“It happens in, like, every movie,” Karina says. “They get to the airport, they stand in front of the security checkpoint, and then all those