Municipal BlondesChapter 28 The never ending story
MORE PEOPLE ARE DEPRESSED at Christmas than any other time of the year. I get it. I catch myself thinking, “When I see Dag...” or “I need to tell Dag...” But Dag isn’t there. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have friends. Almost homeless “Merry Christmas,” Cinnamon said, lingering as she kissed me on the cheek when I entered the room. I noticed she spent considerably less effort on her peck on Angel’s cheek and somewhat more on Jordan. One of the other officers brought all our luggage...