"I feel as if nobody will understand what's wrong with my head"
Ethan and I had come back to the hotel to make preparations for our pottery show. We called the staff from our department and asked for some people who could help us unload.
"What's wrong?", Ethan was panting, for he was on a treadmill.
We were at a little gym beside our new hotel. It had been a week without much going on, except for more of our pottery arriving in big vans and us negotiating and bargaining with the drivers, for cheap cost.
Anita was under all the financial work, and currently in a white and black coat and tie, she looked hot. We three had decided to take a few minutes of the day towards working on our bodies since we were sitting a lot and because we felt like old people already.
"This pottery show shoul
