I banged my hand severally on the dashboard until it was sore. I even slapped myself for being such a fool, my cheek deserved that slap for being caressed by his hands. The same indecorous hands
“Agie si unajua wewe ni my dear sweerie!”
I hope this epistle finds you well. I have been meaning to write this earlier but I kept procrastinating.
I was busy editing an article on my phone when I heard a deep voice ask, “Hello, is this seat vacant?”
“On a scale of 1-10 how heartbreaking was it for you to find out that your boyfriend had a chic on the side?”