I was about to walk out the front door when James came bumbling from his bedroom, pushing his tie fabric into an uneven knot. And dragging his compendium behind him, the bag unfastened, about to spill over with papers and his belongings.
This unkempt appearance didn’t suit James. He was always immaculate and put together and handsome and ready. Never lat…
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