“Where are you going?”
“To the back…”
“Why?”
“Because you keep looking at me like you want me to die.”
Humph. I guess someone ate his shredded wheat this morning.…
“Where are you going?”
“To the back…”
“Why?”
“Because you keep looking at me like you want me to die.”
Humph. I guess someone ate his shredded wheat this morning.…