At a time in life, a thousand years ago there was a tally counter which at my workplace was called a clicker of an analogue make that I used for my events when I used to count the number of participants, guests, visitors, attendees, footfall and other similar such.
An omnipresent little lump in my bag that often transformed into a giant ring, at a time in life when work and I were lovers, devotees, popular fuckers.
Do I miss my faux fiance? Perhaps not.
An omnipresent little lump in my bag that often transformed into a giant ring, at a time in life when work and I were lovers, devotees, popular fuckers.
Do I miss my faux fiance? Perhaps not.
