Today is Stephen King’s birthday, and I didn’t even send him a birthday card. Or a still-beating heart, which is what he really wanted, and never gets.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Today is Stephen King’s birthday, and I didn’t even send him a birthday card. Or a still-beating heart, which is what he really wanted, and never gets.