“What’s wrong with me?” she gasped, grateful that her tongue and mouth worked the way she’d hoped they would, but newly upset about how mournfully weak and warbled her voice sounded in her own ears
Continue reading. He was looking at her and pointing toward the ceiling.
. . I made a reservation earlier and we were led to a booth in a corner softly lit that had a romantic ambience
“What’s wrong with me?” she gasped, grateful that her tongue and mouth worked the way she’d hoped they would, but newly upset about how mournfully weak and warbled her voice sounded in her own ears
Continue reading. He was looking at her and pointing toward the ceiling.
. . I made a reservation earlier and we were led to a booth in a corner softly lit that had a romantic ambience
“What’s wrong with me?” she gasped, grateful that her tongue and mouth worked the way she’d hoped they would, but newly upset about how mournfully weak and warbled her voice sounded in her own ears
Continue reading. He was looking at her and pointing toward the ceiling.
. . I made a reservation earlier and we were led to a booth in a corner softly lit that had a romantic ambience
Claudia Eisinger - Mängelexemplar (2016)