I sat out in my car and had a few swigs of whiskey while the car warmed up. After we were both warm enough to proceed I made a short detour by the florist on the way home to buy Mom some flowers. Marty always ... At least that is how I see it.
|Title||:||A Collection of Short Stories - Written by Robots|
|Publisher||:||James Aldridge - 2011-08-11|