The reporter?s name was Miles Umlatt. He was thin and blotchy, and his nose was scuffed up like an old shoe. He asked what g
The reporter’s name was Miles Umlatt. He was thin and blotchy, and his nose was scuffed up like an old shoe. He asked what grade I was in, did I own a dog, he was pretending to be nice, but he was dying to get to the juicy parts. Consider the entire boxed passage […]