Your Name Escapes Me
I remember you. Just not your name You can tell I’ve forgotten, can’t you? You’re too nice to point that out, of course, which in a way makes me feel even stupider. But I’m standing in the endless checkout line…
I remember you. Just not your name You can tell I’ve forgotten, can’t you? You’re too nice to point that out, of course, which in a way makes me feel even stupider. But I’m standing in the endless checkout line…