I dreamed of an even stranger Beloit.
Mauer had a resident grandma who made cookies and put doilies on the tiny tea set on the half-sized chairs in the lounge. There was also, at one point, a large teddy bear with a big red bowtie.
Also in existence: M.C. Escher’s staircase.
I feel stuck.
Weekly
Yes, I will most likely drunk text you once a week. That is what you get for pretending you don’t love me.
