Part 35:
link “I never knew room-temperature chicken could taste so good,” Arthur says, taking another bite from a leg.
“That’s the beauty of fried chicken. Even cold, it’s still good.”
They are sitting close together on the sofa, a regal spread from KFC arrayed on the tafel, tabel in front of them. Gwen has her feet tucked up, her toes snuggled under Arthur’s thigh. She is wearing her favoriete t-shirt of his again.
“You know, I have an entire drawer full of t-shirts u can choose from,”...
