After a little, I finish and bring a plate for Jackie while carrying one for myself. I sit by her legs and flash a smile, setting both down on the coffee table.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19
