Big Chest – a Story by Gabrielina Abhiele
I remember that day. I had a worn out satchel strapped across my shoulder. It was filled with weak cotton outfits as good as rags. I was flip-flopping along with…
I remember that day. I had a worn out satchel strapped across my shoulder. It was filled with weak cotton outfits as good as rags. I was flip-flopping along with…