The skin of my hand is burned. My tears were not enough to extinguish the fire that I touched because I stumbled on this word.
I am sorry, Clyde. I don’t want to write today.
Note: I am on page two hundred and seventy-seven.
The skin of my hand is burned. My tears were not enough to extinguish the fire that I touched because I stumbled on this word.
I am sorry, Clyde. I don’t want to write today.
Note: I am on page two hundred and seventy-seven.