a procession of beautifully unremarkable things
I put a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator
I bought one of each for tomorrow's breakfast
I walked up the stairs weightlifting two full big bags of shopping.
The senators, unceremoniously referred to as “The Boss” in most offices, might or might not receive the message.
There are about a dozen neighbours in the street now, almost all of us women.
My mother texted back the salivating emoji and asked me to save her some.
A slightly but not entirely sluggy day.
Beyoncé and I were pedaling through Copacabana when I noticed that my bag was about to fall out of the bike's basket.