Winter Kills, In Which A Forgotten Bomb Is Unearthed—And Blows Up In My Face
There is wisdom in that old adage, let sleeping bombs lie. Alas, I keep on ignoring it.
There is wisdom in that old adage, let sleeping bombs lie. Alas, I keep on ignoring it.
Come for the heroin. Stay for the, uh, the heroin? If you can find it? Maybe it’s inside a doll? Seems likely.