Who knew what lurked within the village. Who knew on what happened abut the past all falls down to the present. Everything seems perfectly normal without thinking about those. But there was still one place which was unusual but was still considered as home.
I'm pretty extraordinary (read: absolutely normal) for an average guy named Patrick- Patrick Kraker, and before you ask, no, I do not want a cracker; neither does Polly. Polly's sick of crackers. a) My summer job may or may not involve spray painting myself completely silver and standing motionless in the park. Of cou...