Phoenix Maplewood hello, scarface

Sadey had nothing else to say. She worked in a quiet frenzy to carry as much as she could and get out. There was a small momentary feeling of regret having done all the work she just had just to leave again, but the simple fact was. She wasn't about to get no brain disease that had you frothing and foaming and otherwise being a mess of a person. And not even a hot mess, just a mess.