Theaters and Garden walls
JAGGED I said, I told him, Mrs. Slow, that ruff looking paper boy. Oh, come on, you must know of him? Always working, so it seems, never ever schooling. Yes! You’ve got him, ‘’David.’ Crafty, little so and so... I let him have a piece of my mind! I’m telling you, Mrs. Slow.. Belting past me, nearly knocking wide-awake, my darling baby Joanne. Snuggled, at long last warm after four torturous hours screaming. Loud, annoying, crying, just like her father! Always bloody moaning... I said,... Sign in to see full entry.