This is a Book: Chapter Eleven

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz I squint up at the sun as Mary licks a mound of fruit sorbet ice-cream. It’s dripping down a thick waffle cone and I scrunch my nose as she drags her tongue along the side. “Your manners are repulsive,” I say. “Says the pirate,” she snaps, licking the cone again … Continue reading This is a Book: Chapter Eleven

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