for years he was barking up the wrong tree, worried about his sins becoming too visible on my skin. he always wormed about the silliest things -- but me. and when he turned his back, i was the dog that bit his neck.
for years he was barking up the wrong tree, worried about his sins becoming too visible on my skin. he always wormed about the silliest things -- but me. and when he turned his back, i was the dog that bit his neck.