Firestone Hot Springs I wanna see the world when I stop breathing

And maybe it was a little easier to keep rolling once he got started. I'm never going to find someone to test it out for me at this rate, he said with feigned dejection in his voice, but his expression didn't mirror it. He was genuinely curious about it, but not enough to further press the issue.

No, heading home. With a snack for the road. Rather odd that nobody does seem to be willing to take a dip though. You'd think someone would have gotten curious enough to override their nose. His eyes shifted from subject to subject as he talked, the vole he'd  put down, the water. A shrug, then he looked back to her, canting his head like the inquisitive troublemaker he sometimes could be, But what brings you wandering on through, if not our local foul-smelling water feature? Please, give him a good distraction before he headed on home to the recent gloom.