
You know the type. Recoils when you give a loving pat. Or even a loving word. They shun it, choosing instead to dwell on their own misery. Their prickles scream stay away or else. You don’t see them at first. … Continue reading
You know the type. Recoils when you give a loving pat. Or even a loving word. They shun it, choosing instead to dwell on their own misery. Their prickles scream stay away or else. You don’t see them at first. … Continue reading