And we were married and all the windows were open but the smell of flowers was so thick and sickly sweet. I felt like I might choke to death.
— Augusten Burroughs
A Wolf at the Table
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved
And we were married and all the windows were open but the smell of flowers was so thick and sickly sweet. I felt like I might choke to death.
— Augusten Burroughs
A Wolf at the Table
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved