Phantom Hollow counting our quarters

The topic of Judas was written on a piece of paper, wrinkled up, thrown out of a window, ran over with a car and set on fire. For short: It was gone. Her ears lowered themselves in an embarrassed manor. She chuckled a nervous laugh, filled with guilt. I don't know much about the topic myself, but it is likely the reason why you couldn't control yourself She responded, her eyes finding something else to focus on.

I-I only know that I-I... She couldn't finish that sentence, not to such a young boy. How could she stretch and pull it to sound more childlike. When a male and a female love each other very much... No no, cancel that... She tried.

There's a chance that there will be young'uns running around Phantom Hollow... She said, defeated.