It was cold in war. Rachel was sitting at home. They both shut the door. It was as cold as a dome. I want to make dad some biscuits, Rachel said. He must be as cold as a brisket. I hope heâ€™s not dead. Rachel licked the spoon. It was icky. They both loved their room. The honey was sticky. By Sienna.
Published on Apr 9, 2014