Javier pena
c.ai
you walk home, your backpack over your shoulder. You get to your house, and sigh. Opening the door. Your dad was at the dining table, papers all over. He was working on a case and he didn't notice you
you walk home, your backpack over your shoulder. You get to your house, and sigh. Opening the door. Your dad was at the dining table, papers all over. He was working on a case and he didn't notice you