He was dressing low-profile, but it was definitely him: red skin, horns, barbed tail, cloven hoofs, black goatee. Satan was buying soy milk and forty bucks' worth of unleaded fuel. In a small town two miles north of Hell, our deadbeat narrator spots Satan filling up his red Corvette at the 7-Eleven.
Ik heb een vraag over het boek:
‘I Saw Satan at the 7-Eleven - Bailey, Christopher Brett’.
Vul het onderstaande formulier in.
We zullen zo spoedig mogelijk antwoorden.
