The Delivery Dance This can’t be the place, he thought, looking down at his phone to verify the address, which was indeed correct. But it was just a standalone white wall in a small, fenced-in lot between two mansions. Well, Ryan would describe them as mansions, though he suspected the rich bastards living there wouldn’t.
I wrote a short story
I wrote a short story
I wrote a short story
The Delivery Dance This can’t be the place, he thought, looking down at his phone to verify the address, which was indeed correct. But it was just a standalone white wall in a small, fenced-in lot between two mansions. Well, Ryan would describe them as mansions, though he suspected the rich bastards living there wouldn’t.