She is a smokey, whispy thing - a mere slip of a girl. In boyish clothing, sneaking glances at you on the first day of your new, crappy part-time job. When you break for coffee you know she will too, and you smile inside as she tries to start a small conversation, tries to read what you’ve written on your shoes, tries to find meaning in the bracelets and wristbands you wear. She is so...
Where Sheep outnumber even themselves
I’m off to New Zealand for a while so… see ya when I see ya.
The thing is, I would so buy it. →
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The 30th Annual Ninja Parade
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Samuel L Jackson reviews his favourite books. →