LOGINShe stumbled home. She unlocked the door of her apartment, flipping the light switch.Nothing happened.She flipped it again. And again.
She sat at the bar, drinking somberly. She glanced down at the 25 cent ring on her finger.She took another drink.I love you. I know I'm not famous yet, but one day, one day I'll sing you a song, and it'll make us rich.