They bit you. You should’ve changed, too, you know.” “Sometimes I wish I had,” I told him. He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. “Sometimes I do, too.
They bit you. You should’ve changed, too, you know.” “Sometimes I wish
They bit you. You should’ve changed, too, you know.” “Sometimes I wish I had,” I told him. He closed his eyes, miles away on the other side of the bed. “Sometimes I do, too.
