With all those eyes, staring at him, and then, passing him, brushing him, he still jumped and shook when he felt a pocketbook, rubbing his back. But it felt canvas over leather. But no one passed him. 🌉 BLOG~IT 🌆 HERALD New Jersey, Friday, January 8, 2015 A) BLOGGERS SQUARE 🌇 Ú M usicana... Sign in to see full entry.