Or: Why the Art is All That Matters
I feel like the Daily Wire, leaving in these typos, but I'll keep doing it.
‘This is your last job,’ he said. ‘Then you can come in from the cold. About that girl—do you want anything done about her, money or anything?’
I feel like the Daily Wire, leaving in these typos, but I'll keep doing it.
‘This is your last job,’ he said. ‘Then you can come in from the cold. About that girl—do you want anything done about her, money or anything?’