My Sweeties
Yali, marching through the living room, a wood-and-metal pistol pushed out of the sleeve of his bright orange t-shirt…
“I’m Captain No Hand! Listen up, my hearties! Listen up, my sweeties!”
Yali, marching through the living room, a wood-and-metal pistol pushed out of the sleeve of his bright orange t-shirt…
“I’m Captain No Hand! Listen up, my hearties! Listen up, my sweeties!”