Snarling quill
It's the other way around; the quill snarls at me if I don't pick it up
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Short stories - Walking away series #6
Walking away, strutting a la Travolta, he whistles a little tune to himself. All of 15 and no longer a virgin, he mused.
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