Lion Head Mesa got me with that feline guise

it felt as if she had a way of catching others off guard.

first the hem, now the fellahin. glassy eyed and coughing some. clearly the woman had interrupted the meal at the wrong time.

yet she'd make no comment of it.

just company. her voice carried some thread of warm humor in it, a small smile upon her features. i am well, but how are you? is the new sanpin any help to your work?