Emberwood i cry a lot, but i am so productive - it's an art

she was mostly all healed by now, although the nastier cuts would keep to her skin for weeks to come, if not rest of her life.

gun minded none. it only enhanced her natural charms, like freckles, or a mole on the asscheek.

this was good place and weather for whistling, but her facial anatomy allowed for none of it, so the bitch walked with a hung head through the woods, making wet mouth sounds comparable to a pup imitating a fart for its own amusement.