Drexel and the Ball (Part 1)

'Twas a fine Saturday morning—chirping sparrows flitted across blue skies; flowers dappled the trees in all the lively colours of summer; and over patches of blooming clover bees frolicked, skipping like the little ball on a karaoke screen that lets you know when to sing each syllable. Drexel Hoffman strode like a man about to... Continue Reading →

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