I think Amey is sitting at home in the dark, silent cold tears running down his face cursing the silhouette of his much anticipated travel bike, the joy of which has been poisoned by the relentless mockery and taunting doled out over 43 bitter pages of disillusionment and misery.
I think Amey is sitting at home in the dark, silent cold tears running down his face cursing the silhouette of his much anticipated travel bike, the joy of which has been poisoned by the relentless mockery and taunting doled out over 43 bitter pages of disillusionment and misery.