Midnight in Central Park
Not five minutes ago he'd looked like a hell-hound out to eat our souls, now he was a living plush toy, ready to start crying. i guess he really didn't want to have to run all the way around the lake again.
Not five minutes ago he'd looked like a hell-hound out to eat our souls, now he was a living plush toy, ready to start crying. i guess he really didn't want to have to run all the way around the lake again.