And it was. But that’s another story.
And it was. But that’s another story.
"Maybe we’re not all the same," I said, watching the horizon blur into darkness. "But that’s what makes it beautiful."
"Maybe we’re not all the same," I said, watching the horizon blur into darkness. "But that’s what makes it beautiful."
For some reason—maybe the booze, maybe the absurdity—this actually worked. Someone started clapping, and soon the whole diner was roaring with laughter and applause.
For some reason—maybe the booze, maybe the absurdity—this actually worked. Someone started clapping, and soon the whole diner was roaring with laughter and applause.