Moscow by Foot, All for the Love of a Big Mac
I was sitting in the front seat and I remember looking back, searching their faces for an answer. They did the same. It never came.
I was sitting in the front seat and I remember looking back, searching their faces for an answer. They did the same. It never came.
A pastry with the flakiness of a croissant, but the fluffiness of a doughnut?