ESSAY we sitting under the table, burying my own mind tightly during
ESSAY we sitting under the table, burying my own mind tightly during Lucien We sat under the table, burying my own mind tightly within my folded up arms, although the other kids seated of the carpet, following the teachera€™s journey. The language boundary would be like a tsunami, gurgling with weird and indistinguishable vocalizations. Simple […]