A little girl was diligently pounding away on her father’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story.“What’s it about?“ he asked. „I don’t know,“ she replied. „I can’t read.“
A little girl was diligently pounding away on her father’s word processor. She told him she was writing a story.“What’s it about?“ he asked. „I don’t know,“ she replied. „I can’t read.“