“He smelled like black coffee and menthols; the leather of his jacket was worn, much like his eyes. His hands were cracked glass, full of red riverbeds, and his pupils were like bullseyes anticipating arrows – as though he’d been… — Jtm Copy Share Image
“He smelled like black coffee and menthols; the leather of his jacket was worn, much like his eyes. His hands were cracked glass, full… — Jtm Copy Share Image
