Blackfeather Woods why you get loose, get loose, get low, get low

to her endless relief, sobeille did not snap at her. still, her heart quailed at the possibility of rejection.

funny bad or funny good? shirin wondered aloud, her voice soft with thought. in response to the girl's remark, shirin realised there were a handful of avenues to take, splaying out like the foot of a loon.

mocking: do you really think that a bunch of bones can tell you anything? i stopped believing in that shit a long time

inquisitive: how does it work? how do you read them? i heard you have to be born with

maybe even obsequious: could you read them for me? i just picked up some scratch-off lotto tickets and

suddenly her bearing turned brittle.

don't you know that there's nothing? she forced the words out through clenched teeth.