Amy shifted on the uncomfortable plastic seat at the Major League Baseball park, the skin on her exposed thighs sticking to the seat like a pancake on a griddle lacking sufficient grease. From her vantage point in the upper-upper deck, the players on the field looked like insects in an ant farm, though less organized […]
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Sneaky John
Ella has been on a campaign to scare me. Hiding behind doors, lying in wait in my closet, jumping out from corners–she’s made it her personal mission to raise my heart rate without the accompanying need to exercise. The problem is, she does it too much, taking every available opportunity to jump out and roar. […]