I glance at the clock. 7:17 am.“Shit. I’m running late — again,” I say aloud. Ugh. I quickly throw my lunch in my red work bag, slip into my nude pumps, and start to rush out the door. Midway through...
I glance at the clock. 7:17 am.“Shit. I’m running late — again,” I say aloud. Ugh. I quickly throw my lunch in my red work bag, slip into my nude pumps, and start to rush out the door. Midway through...