A poster boy for disappointment

Top Price

Worldwide wives for order; I paid top-price for somebody’s sullen daughter. She came by via bicycle courier, who hurried her through the door and out of her clothes. She blinked over wincing eyes; tired of the wild world, with a reduced-aisle smile. But she buckled with tears as I handed her the keys and the deeds to the flat, I wished change upon the pains of her past, She was free at last of the consumerist grasp.

Date: 19-09-2015