Do you have the soul? Where is it now? she asked, a little too urgently for my liking. Stashed someplace safe, I told her. That someplace was the trunk of my car parked out in the driveway, but I didn’t feel like sharing that much.
Craig Schaefer
Do you have the soul? Where is it now? she asked, a little too urgently for my liking. Stashed someplace safe, I told her. That someplace was the trunk of my car parked out in the driveway, but I didn’t feel like sharing that much.