I. Martin There’s something about Simon that I just can’t figure out. It buzzes around at the back of my mind every day when we’re sitting in the usual spot. I don’t have the slightest idea what it is, though it’s not even really the sort of thing that I would waste my free hoursContinue reading “Martin, Lauren, Meredith”
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Cullen Dow Long 