The young boy sidles up to me, and tugs at my shirt. “You got any string?”I raise an eyebrow, and root through my pockets. “No, sorry. What do you need it for?”“Stuff,” he says, and disappears into the caravan.
The young boy sidles up to me, and tugs at my shirt. “You got any string?”I raise an eyebrow, and root through my pockets. “No, sorry. What do you need it for?”“Stuff,” he says, and disappears into the caravan.