These are their stories. Clang, Clang. 302: I lived with Rory in the small studio for a very short time. We got a larger place. My self-esteem was all over the place. I joined the Army as a reservist. Ahh.
He almost broke up with me when I returned. The physicality of it didn’t allow that to occur between us. So I thought, what to do? I can’t live with him, and I can’t see him walking down the street with someone else. I know, we’ll go to Florida and I’ll leave him there and he won’t find his way back. Okay, I was reaching. But we did go to Florida.
By Georgia we were in love. What is it about the tropics, or at least the South?
