Articles By Magunga Williams
You call everyone who is not near you—and that is, well, everyone.
And I asked her a question I had been meaning to ask her for a while now.
I walk away, because I know just how fast and short my temper burns. At the drop of a hat, bridges will be in ashes.
Even though now she has changed her location and fucked up my whole structure for the day.
I will gladly get annoyed for profit.
The World Cup in Evening