Sunday word wordle 422
You pressed your tiny little hands on my wrist and felt my bone with a smile on your face.
And I melted again from how adorable you can be at times.
Until I noticed the orange paint and in that moment I saw just a little bit of evil and you denied it was intentional and I read it as you telling the truth and not just another one of your lies.
I felt like you collude me into that project that was just a grift and you knew you would trump out on top because you knew you had it better off in the end with no time for your crime.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes
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