“it’s all we need, it’s here in this pencil”
She got it from her mother and her mother-in-law.
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My lemony boy with the smile so thick like marmalade.
It might have been easier to forget his childhood home.
“Would they welcome a smidgeon of buckwheat now and again?”
In only ten minutes, your “piece” may be virtually complete.
All her pictures from that period have a warm, soft-porn glow.
His dad’s name was Moses. I can’t remember his mother’s name. But she was watching me through her glasses with […]