Right at home
Wish I could say home at last, but that’s not really how I feel. Right now I just want to take my bags, my little man and leave this place. Sure I’d miss my friends and my family but I wouldn’t be away for too long, I promise. I need that experience and I want that man. Feels as if I’ve made my mind up.
The trip was fine. Sure I was tired because the bus arrived an hour too late and the bus was as hot as an oven. But the second I stepped out of the bus I felt at ease again. Two eyes, that tall body and a kiss: Who wouldn’t feel right at home?!
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