Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.
Stephen KingI'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.
Stephen KingOutside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.
Stephen KingI'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.
Stephen King