“He is coming,” he told everyone, as he bought liquor and the finest goat that the butcher had to offer while the baby wracked his mothers body with morning sickness. 338 palabras más
Etiquetas » 2012
I hate writing apology letters. I hate them.
It’s not that I don’t know how to write. I don’t think this blog would be around for four years now without me having a little bit of skill in that department. 746 palabras más