In the Pink
In the Pink By Argus Grunting with exhaustion, Matt Roper hauled the final box of objects into his new house and with a strained heave dropped it onto the carpet. He rubbed his lower back and stretched slightly, he was getting too old for this sort of thing, but he had always been a hands on sort of guy and had stubbornly refused to use a moving company. His bearded face creased into a grin as he looked round and took pride in his acomplishment, box after box of...