I despised my eighth grade teacher.
When I was little I hated grocery shopping with my mom.
The skey was grey and even though it was July, the air felt grey too. Summer was slow in its arrival in the prairies.
I despised my eighth grade teacher.
When I was little I hated grocery shopping with my mom.
The skey was grey and even though it was July, the air felt grey too. Summer was slow in its arrival in the prairies.