Type writer Thought the twenty fourth of 12.
When it rains in Chicago, we hurry; when it’s cold, we trudge.
When it rains in Chicago, we hurry; when it’s cold, we trudge.
I can imagine how it looked from her side. She did not understand the request. She heard it, she just did not understand it. There was a voice that echoed through some sort of radio […]
I haven’t shared any of my typings in a while. But, Perhaps, “Because,” and “Nu-uh” have been the best argument after all. So if you’re a fan following, here it is. Number one hundred something.