It's a mistake to assume I'm a chubby-cheeked cherub, floating around and shooting arrows at pedestrians. We tried that once, in 1456, and let me tell you: It was a terrible idea.
It's a mistake to assume I'm a chubby-cheeked cherub, floating around and shooting arrows at pedestrians. We tried that once, in 1456, and let me tell you: It was a terrible idea.
When Imani has her back against the wall, she takes a pity handout from one of her over privileged college friends to make ends meet but she could never have expected her life to take the turn it doe...