Magazine rip outs cluttered his ウォール above his bed. Everynight he slept peacefully cocooned in Hill's sheet sets , and clutched his golden wigged 枕 tight.
Across the country...

She searches around for her good lighter, those cheap ones always burn out right before あなた melt that last good blast... Bobby-pinning her extensions to cover the bald patches has become such a chore since she had that freak out with the "Chef". And why hasn't he called her anyway? He should have been payed up for that $20 job from last Friday によって now....
To be con't...