17-2-17
One night, Garp lay rolled in a musty blanket, tight against the wall on the top of a metal bunk-bed with no ladder down. The lake outside was dead. Time has never been that slow again.
Sarah Papple
One night, Garp lay rolled in a musty blanket, tight against the wall on the top of a metal bunk-bed with no ladder down. The lake outside was dead. Time has never been that slow again.