Religion
Healed by Sticks (Or Why I Love Going to Confession)
I wish I could say that I’ve only been to the hospital once because I was bleeding profusely from my head. At least the second
I wish I could say that I’ve only been to the hospital once because I was bleeding profusely from my head. At least the second
The curly-haired woman with the bright orange shirt looks up, gently plays a chord on her guitar, and for the third time this morning, kills