Dillon
Oct 2716 min read
Rug burned in my tighty whities
“I was quite the baby when we said goodbye,” Robin whispered reverently, as he considered the man lying in the coffin behind his own bleary eyes. You could set your calendar by him, Robin thought to himself, as he remembered Tim’s monthly visits to Robin’s family. Even still, Robin scarcely recognized the man whose formerly tanned skin now lacked all of its characteristic warmth. He needs his sunglasses. He needs his sunglasses, Robin thought with a small smile. That man had
