The Unmarried Mother:
I stopped looking in the mirror. I hated what I saw. I have no photos of myself as a young girl. I don't even remember what I looked like. It's just more of a feeling now.
The Bartender:
Well, you look better than I do.
The Unmarried Mother:
Who cares how a barkeep looks? Or a writer for that matter.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:01