dead man's suitMy daughter always makes me read her a story before she goes to bed. It’s like a nighttime ritual –her, Mr. Bear, her teddy bear, and I curl up on her little bed, which is too small for her but we can’t afford any better, with the same old battered book that used to belong to my father: Robin Hood. At the end of the story, she usually goes to sleep. But tonight, just as her head was about to hit the pillow, she looked up at me.dead man's suit
“Is everybody in prison a naughty person?” she suddenly said, and I knitted my brows. I chewed my lip for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Eventually, I took hold of
i was not a shinichi kudo for 69% of my teen years
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