353 days to go. A horrible day at work. An old grandma who looked as if she wouldn’t harm a fly called me a pencil-pushing capitalist dupe. But then I …
For the love of words and ideas.
For the love of words and ideas.
For the love of words and ideas.
For the love of words and ideas.
353 days to go. A horrible day at work. An old grandma who looked as if she wouldn’t harm a fly called me a pencil-pushing capitalist dupe. But then I …