anywhere you go i’ll follow you down
Jeff brought the mail in with him, kicking off his shoes as he stepped inside out of the blistering heat. “Hey! There’s mail!” He dropped his keys on Christopher’s kitchen cabinet, juggling a large box and several magazines. Setting everything down, he peeked at the name on the heavy box.
“Parse! There’s a box here for you!” Jeff yelled. He opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke. Cracking it open, Jeff leaned on the counter. The soda’s acid-sweet taste burned in his mouth.