jrrite

Updated: June 17, 2025

There is nothing else left for you but that. Graydon, when you jrrite to your father, give him my love." Droom stood for a few moments in the hurtling snowstorm, abstractedly gazing toward Longacre Square. The chill in his marrow was not from the blizzard that swept down upon him; the gaunt grey look in his face was not that of hunger or want. There was fever in his brain and chill in his heart.

George Barr McCutcheon - Jane Cable