SHRUTI SANGAMKAR
It was juvenile, the way she spoke to its whispers underneath. They played hide-and-seek every night as she stuffed her head under a pillow that was just a little warm. She hated the feeling….Continue Reading Can we be friends?
SHRUTI SANGAMKAR
It was juvenile, the way she spoke to its whispers underneath. They played hide-and-seek every night as she stuffed her head under a pillow that was just a little warm. She hated the feeling….Continue Reading Can we be friends?