A bite on my hand woke me from my nap on the mouldy sofa. “We talked about this,” I said.
The spider slung one eye toward me. “Were you using it?”
It wasn’t my point, but he was right. Terry had a way of cutting through my BS.
“Carry on.”
Andrew Walo doesn’t really know what else to do. He might as well tell stories.
Love it!
me too, loved it
Me three, loved it!
Me fourth, loved it!
But not really.
I hate spiders!