giants of ____
Andy stood under the doorway and scratched his bald wrist impatiently. He had scribbled down some thoughts earlier on a receipt and felt like reminiscing. He reached into his pocket... but decided he would look later instead. He leaned against the wooden frame and dug his shoulder into a nice little notch. He was comfortable gripping his glass of wine. It was a Pinot Noir, one he had never tried before. It was nice, but not as nice as the one he had poured two nights ago. That was a Pinot. That was a nice glass of wine.
He scanned over the party guests and calculated the data. They were outgoing and aggressive-- not the kind he preferred to interact with. He enjoyed their presence though, heavily. He liked the company of bees.
Now it felt like the right time to look--
Why is it so hard to smile alone?
Why don't I buy more cantaloupe?
Give sandals another chance.
