I was born. I was born in the fever of winter when the silver surfs cracked into granite and the…
“I’ll pop a bitch.” That was Miranda. Tawny skin, wavy hair, with a saucy sailor’s tongue who always seemed on…
I was born. I was born in the fever of winter when the silver surfs cracked into granite and the…
“I’ll pop a bitch.” That was Miranda. Tawny skin, wavy hair, with a saucy sailor’s tongue who always seemed on…