I leaned across the table towards the crumb-thrower. "Do that again," I said, loud enough to be heard over the opera singer, Dolly, my mother, and the smell of the breadsticks, "and I will sell your firstborn child to the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
When I was a child, the devil himself brought me a mic but I refuse to offer, because god sent me to strife — Levita BRAHZ Copy Share Image
