Sweet Lovin Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
There’s a trail I run, every morning before I’ve eaten breakfast, through the park near my house. It’s always quiet, and the same faces greet me every day. An older Asian lady, who does her stretches as the sun rises, and a teenage boy who walks his small pet while scrolling on his phone. The birds chirp their morning songs as we all go about our business. Day in, day out.
One morning, an older man appeared. He sits on the bench where the trail bends near the wood line, reading a newspaper and sipping on a fast food cup of coffee. Each time I pass him, my hand lifts in a kind wave, and he always nods his head with a smile. I can’t even recall when he started showing up, but now he is there every day, just like the rest of us.
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Everyone has some bad habits whether they are open about it or not. Best believe they got some skeletons in their closet. Even me. I am far beyond perfect with plenty of bad habits, some are out in the open others not so much. Some of my bad habits are quite addicting. Shoot I am a bad habit. A bad habit that is so much fun and becomes irresistible. I may be bad but I am very good at it.
