"I've given them food, a French chef, what more could they want from me?" the suddenly finger gnawing dinner theatre, one man act (Mark Twain or Noel Coward) maestro said.
There was a fog across the still bay. In the distance, the boy noticed the boat tip over. Two men struggled to clutch onto any firm hold. One of the.
Enough now… I’ve lost too much in my life, and my soul aches upon reflection, but it’s never too late. There comes a time when one must find their place.