Monkey Island by Dorothy Rice
At ten, it sounded way worse than what I’d imagined. Tugging the chenille bedspread close beneath my chin, I wondered how her new friend talked Tiny into it. Th...
At ten, it sounded way worse than what I’d imagined. Tugging the chenille bedspread close beneath my chin, I wondered how her new friend talked Tiny into it. Th...
My left leg is stuck out as if I was on the verge of going somewhere. My mother will meet him for the first time three months from now.