A blast from the past
One of my chores was to rake that damned shag. Every week, I would spend what seemed like hours putting careful patterns into the orange fibers. And, then, someone would walk through to get to the couch.
One of my chores was to rake that damned shag. Every week, I would spend what seemed like hours putting careful patterns into the orange fibers. And, then, someone would walk through to get to the couch.