Thought Vomit #72: ft. Pulp Fiction 3
Chapter Three An extended moment of pure silence. Silence that sounded even louder than loud noise it was so silent. Vic’s Cherry Bright Red GM Ford Chevy 1957 Mustang had hit the slightly inclined planking square on, inch perfect, right down the centre of the baseball plate and into the stumps. That was how good … Continue reading Thought Vomit #72: ft. Pulp Fiction 3
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