As I pass a convenience store a short, stout woman walks up to me and says through teeth that look like they’ve been dipped in vegemite and then left to dry in the sun, “could you buy me a coke.”
As I pass a convenience store a short, stout woman walks up to me and says through teeth that look like they’ve been dipped in vegemite and then left to dry in the sun, “could you buy me a coke.”
