Walking along the road, I kicked some leaves in the cold autumn wind, shouldering my backpack
. .
. “Will that do it?” she asked with a puckish grin.
Walking along the road, I kicked some leaves in the cold autumn wind, shouldering my backpack
. .
. “Will that do it?” she asked with a puckish grin.
Walking along the road, I kicked some leaves in the cold autumn wind, shouldering my backpack
. .
. “Will that do it?” she asked with a puckish grin.