THE BEST SIDE OF YAYADAGR8

But he waltzed in No matter – prolonged, greasy, black hair, worn out eyes and dull apparel; a dazzling yellow sleeping bag slung in excess of his shoulder as well as a white scarf around his neck. He let the sleeping bag fall to the floor, the smooth thud filling the silence.“You could’t just stick your palms in there!” Sero hissed, backin