Sometimes it's a scurry to re-establish bounds of formality especially with so much water under the bridge.
But we must
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
A flask with a glow-in-the-dark bead in it was shook like a server's bell and the bead made a little Tinker Bell noise. The woman t...
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