EMORY
As soon as I walk through the door, I hear it. The loud, rhythmic whir of a blender. Oh, no.
I slip my shoes off and walk into the kitchen, where there are upwards of ten different blended concoctions sitting on the counter.
As soon as I walk through the door, I hear it. The loud, rhythmic whir of a blender. Oh, no.
I slip my shoes off and walk into the kitchen, where there are upwards of ten different blended concoctions sitting on the counter.