04-15-2021, 09:48 PM
Ce n'est pas un poème
I like my new house. It contains nothing of mine; in fact, I haven’t even paid for it yet. But in a month or two I will be living there. The realtor keeps calling it a “home” but, until I’ve moved in, it won’t be.
I like my new house. It contains nothing of mine; in fact, I haven’t even paid for it yet. But in a month or two I will be living there. The realtor keeps calling it a “home” but, until I’ve moved in, it won’t be.
