"He snatched the script from my hands, spun me around, grabbed me by the scruff of my nect and the back of my pants, and marched me on tippytoes toward the door. He was seething."
Friday, February 25, 2011
Friday 56
"He snatched the script from my hands, spun me around, grabbed me by the scruff of my nect and the back of my pants, and marched me on tippytoes toward the door. He was seething."
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