“You shouldn’t shave your chest,”
she said, pointing to her
red collarbones.
”It feels nice when I’m biking,” I said.
“Well,” she said,
“you’re not a professional cyclist.”
”You’re right,” I said,
”but I’m not a professional
at this either.”
“You shouldn’t shave your chest,”
she said, pointing to her
red collarbones.
”It feels nice when I’m biking,” I said.
“Well,” she said,
“you’re not a professional cyclist.”
”You’re right,” I said,
”but I’m not a professional
at this either.”