Lion Head Mesa My bank account is a shoebox in the ground.

it was the small neb, the one stuck in a child's body.
nazli lightly kicked the pile of objects with one rear heel, as if to hide the mess beneath a pile of furs there. oh! i am not, sir. not for you, i mean. neb, sir.
tavina was expecting her but this was a very good reason to be late, so even though nazli felt very guilty for that, she had to make a sacrifice.
what do you need, sir?