
Looking over at the small girl, he reclines against the wall, one knee cocked and arms crossed over his chest. He was in deep thought before she burst through the front door. Quite deep thought–it is not often he is caught unawares.
Rolling a shoulder, he answers brusquely, “…I have very little. I don’t keep much food in my home.”
7 years ago, 30/04/14
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