“My eyes sting from the smell of typing ink. My fingers are striped with paper cuts. Who know paper and ink could be so vicious.”
Kathryn Stockett, The Help, p. 357
Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious. True Dat.
“My eyes sting from the smell of typing ink. My fingers are striped with paper cuts. Who know paper and ink could be so vicious.”
Kathryn Stockett, The Help, p. 357
Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious. True Dat.