Passive Juice Motel
“Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was going to be sick-he hit the field on all fours-coughed-and something gold fell into his hand.
'I've got the snitch!' he shouted"
Printed on 100% cotton canvas
- 22'' handles
- 14 ½'' x 15 ½''