The Gray Sweater
“I guess so!” I use to say with an obvious bothered tone. My little sister Melissa, three years younger than I, always asked to borrow my clothes. I’d let her, but I wasn’t happy about it, and she knew it. … Continued
“I guess so!” I use to say with an obvious bothered tone. My little sister Melissa, three years younger than I, always asked to borrow my clothes. I’d let her, but I wasn’t happy about it, and she knew it. … Continued