“The daisies and buttercups nodded in the breeze, like skinny-necked old ladies listening to dance music. What if necessary evil had an opposite? This is what it would be. This unnecessary good. For the first time in days, Mo smiled.” — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
“The daisies and buttercups nodded in the breeze, like skinny-necked old ladies listening to dance music. What if necessary evil had an opposite? This… — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
“Being a thinker was a various thing. Sometimes you felt like a turtle, with a nice, private built-in place to shelter. Other times it… — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
“What if necessary evil had an opposite? This is what it would be. This unnecessary good.” — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
