Young chick
Young chick Free illustrated stories I was sitting over my tax returns when I heard a knock on the door. When I recreated my son Darek’s friend stood on the threshold. I didn’t even really remember the name of the young chick, because we had only exchanged perfunctory sentences in the past. – Hello, I’m Sandra, did we meet or maybe I found Darek? – She asked very politely. – Hello, he’s gone with his girlfriend for a weekend in the mountains. – Oh … She looked disappointed and confused, so I asked worried if anything was wrong. – No, …