It is dark. There is nothing you can see, nothing you can feel, nothing you can hear, nothing you can…
…but perhaps plenty you can smirk at – at my expense.
(That’s the last time I call the Knitting goddess a bitch.)
It is dark. There is nothing you can see, nothing you can feel, nothing you can hear, nothing you can…
…but perhaps plenty you can smirk at – at my expense.
(That’s the last time I call the Knitting goddess a bitch.)