You learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
Stephen KingAny thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
Stephen KingYou learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
Stephen KingAny thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
Stephen King