Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

if miseria had the capacity to sneer, she would have.
good for him, a uncharacteristic, repressed thought.
she didn't want to make this meeting about her in the slightest, she was no thespian. before the rug beneath her could be dragged away by an ocean current, she took her leave, her backstabbing inhibition elected the center of her thoughts.