Her phone vibrated incessantly as the clock struck twelve. She lay upon her pickup truck, watching her real creator, the universe.
Forget candles on a cake, for she had a million stars to herself to wish upon.
Her phone vibrated incessantly as the clock struck twelve. She lay upon her pickup truck, watching her real creator, the universe.
Forget candles on a cake, for she had a million stars to herself to wish upon.