The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | Department of Labor Emergency Meeting
Time to tighten our belt. I can’t walk around with my pants undone all the time.
Time to tighten our belt. I can’t walk around with my pants undone all the time.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.