This afternoon I’m rereading Mark Richard‘s “Strays” for my Lit 150 class:
“Uncle trash rakes everything my brother and I owned into the pillowcases off our bed and says let that be a lesson to me. He is off through the front porch door, leaving us buck-naked at the table, his last words as he goes up the road, shoulder-slinging his loot, Don’t ya’ll burn the house down.”
I think I’m going to have to read these.
I’ll have to lend it to you then.
It is Very good and also some parts are emotional
Thx so much everywhere i look they hv the wrong strays book version. THX THX THX!!!!!!!!!!!you just saved my life and 2 extra hours of scrolling through multiple sites :):):):):):):):):):):):)!!!!!!!!!