
“I wasn’t doin’ anythin’.”
‘Great Harl’, her mind retorts, 'Way to make yourself look a hell of a lot more guilty than you actually are.’
“You too, Oliver,” she replied with a smile, inwardly a little relieved that she wouldn’t have to try and explain her...
“I understand. Sometimes it’s impossible to explain our lives.” Sometimes it was nice that he could relate to some...