Is that sticky rice? Laurence had asked. Prodded the parcel of leaves that wrapped whatever was inside up. […]
terrorism
Our narrator is nameless, perhaps because he is an everyman, but more than likely, it is because names […]
Is that sticky rice? Laurence had asked. Prodded the parcel of leaves that wrapped whatever was inside up. […]
Our narrator is nameless, perhaps because he is an everyman, but more than likely, it is because names […]
