My grandpa and his 10 siblings are first-generation Americans who grew up dirt-poor on a farm in Torrance, California. His parents came from Mexico legally.
You touch me and everything is strawberry and piña coladas, my taste buds favor the sweet side of things. I make floral arrangements out of nerves every time you look at me.
When you rearrange the letters in “elections results”: Lies, let’s recount!
How you were was not working anymore, and so you cannot come back as you were.
Being independent and having a partner are not exclusive things.