I’m getting rid of some of these damned books. Not good ones. Trashy ones. Ones that other people have given me but I’m not about to read. Ones with heaving bosoms.
And then I’ll have room in my house to buy things. Like new pairs of socks.
I’m getting rid of some of these damned books. Not good ones. Trashy ones. Ones that other people have given me but I’m not about to read. Ones with heaving bosoms.
And then I’ll have room in my house to buy things. Like new pairs of socks.