February 25, 2009
Alchemy, chap 3, cont
Don Pasquale and Ernesto were sitting on her big stuffed couch, her old teddy-bear nestled between them, its big black eyes staring at me pathetically. I was frozen for an […]
READ MOREDon Pasquale and Ernesto were sitting on her big stuffed couch, her old teddy-bear nestled between them, its big black eyes staring at me pathetically. I was frozen for an […]
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