Every time a boy holds a door for me, my hope in humanity is renewed. Maybe society isn’t decomposing like roadkill. Maybe we still have some notions of etiquette.
Bless you! (Or curse you if you’ve lost the habit of holding doors.)
Farewell.
Every time a boy holds a door for me, my hope in humanity is renewed. Maybe society isn’t decomposing like roadkill. Maybe we still have some notions of etiquette.
Bless you! (Or curse you if you’ve lost the habit of holding doors.)
Farewell.