Candy Girl
The trouble starts when I pick up my umbrella, and it pricks my finger.
“Ouch!” I examine the wound. It is not bleeding, but when...
The trouble starts when I pick up my umbrella, and it pricks my finger.
“Ouch!” I examine the wound. It is not bleeding, but when...
On Thursday, a windsor-knotted businessman paid Anna three times her normal asking price for a quartet of thought-birds. She normally...