“Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today?” RomancePoetryMusicFiction NovelOxfordOcdRedemptive Book:Oxford Messed Up Source: Oxford Messed Up