I’d kill to get into Stanford. A you’ve-got-to-be-kidding laugh snorted across one of the dining tables at the headmaster’s house. Start playing football, whispered another voice. Then they’ll kill to get you.
Diane Mott Davidson
I’d kill to get into Stanford. A you’ve-got-to-be-kidding laugh snorted across one of the dining tables at the headmaster’s house. Start playing football, whispered another voice. Then they’ll kill to get you.